With the full protection of the three great powers, the gestation of the Chaos Dao Body within the Eternal Furnace proceeded exceptionally smoothly. The infant phantom at the furnace's core solidified and grew at a visible pace. The currents of Chaos Qi swirling around its body became increasingly dense, while the Chaos Imprint on its brow grew much clearer, emanating an unfathomable Dao resonance.
In just a few days—though time was blurred within the void—the infant had grown into the likeness of a three- or four-year-old child. Delicate and jade-like, he slept with his eyes closed. With every breath, he resonated strangely with the entire Eternal Furnace and even the surrounding void. His body seemed to be formed from the most primordial Chaos Qi, crystalline and translucent, yet unfathomably profound.
On this day, the child's long lashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those? His left eye was clear and lively, carrying a trace of curiosity and confusion, like the newborn Li Wuyang. His right eye was deep and cold, containing the weathered solitude of one who had seen through all worldly affairs, like Xuan's gaze. Those heterochromatic eyes perfectly merged two utterly different temperaments.
He looked at his tiny hands, then at the unfamiliar surroundings—the space inside the furnace—and confusion appeared on his little face. Countless fragments of memory surged into his mind like a tide: the ordinary life on Blue Star, the adventures in the Primordial World, the bonds with his companions, meeting Xuan, fighting side by side, their separation, the final sacrifice, and Nirvana rebirth...
Am I... Li Wuyang? Or... Xuan?
No, I am both. I am Li Wuyang, and I am also part of Xuan's origin. We... have fused.
The child—or rather, the newborn Li Wuyang—flashed with understanding. He felt