Lin Xian intended to recruit Rui Wei and study the mysteries of his Primordial Spirit. Like Guan Cheng, it contained the profound meaning of immortality—not the transformation of an Extreme Dao practitioner, but the sublimation of the weak, an alternative chapter of the Immortal Dao.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, Rui Wei chose to refuse, turning down a bright and dazzling future.
"I embarked upon the Ancient Starry Road to find a place for my people to settle. Now that my people are extinct, what meaning is there in my cultivation...?"
With Lin Xian's help, Rui Wei suppressed the Demon Embryo and gained the upper hand. Yet he felt no joy at all. Instead, his face was ashen as he laughed bitterly. "Decades of struggle, like a fish unable to leap free of a net, all turned to nothing in an instant. Everything in this world is like a dream, like bubbles and shadows."
Ye Fan sighed softly and shook his head. No sorrow was greater than a dead heart. Rui Wei's obsession had faded away, leaving behind nothing but a walking corpse. For the rest of his life, he would either muddle through until death or withdraw from the world and attain great enlightenment.
However, Lin Xian's expression turned solemn as he pointed out a third path for him, delivering a resounding rebuke. "If you have no race, then breed one anew. Though your Primordial Spirit has changed, your flesh remains pure."
"Fragments of your ancestors' Great Dao flow through the blood of their descendants. With constant worship and endless prayers, perhaps a similar flower will bloom someday, proving reincarnation and rebirth."
"Everlasting Remembrance will surely bring an echo. If you die like this, who will remember the Ruomu Tribe in the future?!"
The Ruomu Tribe had been Rui Wei's