Qin Yang looked at the empty Yellow Springs, then cast a deep glance at the vortex at its center.
That vortex was a trap.
Even with the young girl absent, if he simply jumped in, he would definitely die miserably.
No, it would be more accurate to say he would be unable to live or die. In the end, he could only use his final trump card, abandon everything, and undergo reincarnation.
For others seeking reincarnation, it truly was a chance to begin anew and start over. After all, even if they could be sent directly back to the world of the living and rekindle their vitality, they might not be willing.
Some were too old; some had exhausted their potential; some had left irreparable flaws along their paths of cultivation.
Starting over after reincarnation was the better choice after weighing the trade-offs.
But for Qin Yang, the cost of reincarnation was far too high.
His Dao Foundation, so powerful that it would not collapse even after death and fused with Innate Material, was impossible to replicate.
The Sea Eye, which would not collapse even after his death and had been suppressed by the Sea Eye Demon Stone.
The four golden cores condensed from the Innate Insect Shell—aside from the first, each was harder to replicate than the last.
If he started over, he might not be in the same state as before. The second golden core would be difficult to condense, because that state would be gone.
The third would be even harder. It had fused with a true dragon's Reverse Scale. It would probably be difficult to find another true dragon's Reverse Scale.
The fourth was the hardest. Heavenly Emperor Tai Wei's scepter—although that scepter no longer possessed any power or divine charm—was, as a material in itself,