The Eternal Furnace drifted through absolute nothingness. It seemed as though countless eons had passed, yet it also felt like a single instant. During the endless solitude and effort to maintain itself, Li Wuyang's remaining consciousness grew ever weaker, like a candle flame about to burn out. His perception of that faint spatial fluctuation from the outside world came and went, so slight that it inspired despair.
The furnace body was severely damaged, and the Power of Creation was nearly exhausted. Though the furnace spirit's will had been awakened slightly, it was like a gravely wounded, dying patient, barely clinging to life and unable to offer further help. At the furnace's core, the chaotic vortex and Xuan's embryo had nearly ceased operating due to the lack of energy, their life auras weakened to the extreme.
Everything seemed to be heading in the worst possible direction.
Just before Li Wuyang's consciousness was completely assimilated by the endless void and sank into eternal silence, he made one final attempt. He no longer tried to absorb the nearly nonexistent void energy, nor did he force himself to communicate with the furnace spirit. Instead, he immersed the last of his conscious power entirely into that newly born strand of Chaos Origin.
He recalled every moment since meeting Xuan, recalled the faces and voices of his companions, recalled his yearning to live and his determination to restore... He poured these purest emotions and firmest convictions into the Chaos Origin without reservation.
This was not a transfer of power, but a sacrifice and fusion on the spiritual level. He would use his own consciousness as fuel to ignite this strand of origin one final time, hoping for a miracle!
His consciousness rapidly scattered. Memories of the past flashed by like streaks of light, finally freezing on