Illusory Sea Universe, Cosmic Heaven

A thought flashed through Lu Qing's mind, and a sudden idea surfaced.

"Reincarnation."

Sure enough, he had not sensed his earlier thought incorrectly.

Lu Qing had already obtained a portion of Reincarnation Authority, but how much authority was needed to truly step into the Land of Reincarnation and become the Samsara Dao Lord was something even he could not measure at this moment.

For comprehending the Great Dao was not like calculating with an abacus, with every piece laid out plainly on a chessboard. One might attain enlightenment in an instant amid comprehension, or one might miss an opportunity and find it impossible to enter the gate again.

Yet upon seeing this realm that had drawn him here, Lu Qing had a faint premonition that his greatest gain from entering this Strange Gate would be this very world.

Ripples stirred in his gaze. Looking again at the realm before him, it was as though he saw a cultivator in the twilight of their years, struggling as their long lifespan slipped away.

Compared to an individual cultivator's path of cultivation, the passing into silence of an entire world seemed grander, more vast, and even more soul-stirring.

Yet perhaps there was one similarity. That fleeting thought of Lu Qing's was this: cultivators sought Reincarnation in pursuit of Longevity and Transcendence, so was a cultivating world not likewise caught within the cycle of lifespan and Reincarnation?

It was only that, compared to cultivators, a world's lifespan passed far more slowly and stretched far longer.

So long that through endless years, generation after generation of cultivators had changed, heaven's chosen and geniuses had been replaced, and one Dao lineage after another had established new inheritances—yet the world still sat here, watching all under heaven cultivate, as though it had never aged through the river