The moment he crashed through the gates of the Reincarnation Hall, Li Wuyang felt as though he had passed through an invisible membrane of water. All the clamor and slaughter outside, even the wrath of the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao, were instantly cut off. An indescribable tranquility and vastness enveloped him, and time and space lost their usual meaning here.
He floated in an endless void. Beneath his feet was not solid ground, but a Sea of Fate Stars formed by countless flowing, ever-changing rivers of light. Each "river" represented the destined trajectory of a world, a civilization, or even a living being. They rose and fell through birth and death, their karma intertwined, before eventually flowing into the hazy, immense phantom of a slowly rotating Disk of Reincarnation in the distance. The disk was too enormous to describe. Faint reflections of all heavens and worlds appeared upon it, radiating the supreme authority that governed all life, death, and reincarnation.
Above him was not the sky, but an equally boundless inverted sea of chaotic mirrors. What it reflected was not Li Wuyang's own image, but countless possible branches of his past, present, and future fate, along with fragments of the destinies of every being entangled with him through karma. A single glance was enough to make even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal lose himself.
The most fundamental Reincarnation Dao Rhyme filled the air, pure and gentle as it swiftly nourished Li Wuyang's heavily wounded Dao body and depleted divine soul. The cracks across his body healed at a visible pace, while his Chaos Dao Foundation greedily absorbed the aura here, growing ever deeper and more stable. The resonance between the Primordial Core imprint on his palm and the Moon God's Tear had also reached an extreme, jointly pointing toward an