Inside the Ancestor Palace Tower, rain drifted through the sky, every drop containing profound Samsara fluctuations.
When ordinary people came here, they would draw those raindrops into their bodies and comprehend the Reincarnation within them, but most had limited endurance and could not refine large quantities of droplets.
If greed took hold and they exceeded the limit they could bear, the result would be erosion by that Samsara intent, causing unpredictable changes.
Perhaps "time would flow backward," turning them small like children, or their life would drain away, leaving them old and on the verge of death. In more severe cases, they might even pass away on the spot under the erosion of that Samsara intent.
The Dao of Reincarnation was far too unfathomable, accompanied by layers of danger.
But for Mu Zi, her powerful perception allowed her to remain completely composed.
Mu Zi did not draw Reincarnation into her body as ordinary people did. Instead, she spread her perception through every corner of the space, like a clear breeze brushing past, comprehending the Samsara intent around her and turning it into her own insights at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.
Tap, tap!
Mu Zi walked through the drizzling rain of Reincarnation, as though faint sounds were echoing through the vast, ancient palace tower.
At this moment, the formidable power within her that could kill Third Cycle Reincarnation experts seemed to have been fully restrained. She was like a mortal, slowly strolling through the rain.
Mist curled through the air, hazy and indistinct. Within it, a graceful figure could be seen, her long hair reaching her waist, her posture slender and lovely, her white dress otherworldly.
A single drop of rain containing the Power of Reincarnation was as heavy as ten thousand tons and could crush mountains, but strangely,