Scarlet flames burned atop the Primordial Sacrificial Altar.
Soul fragments that had already scattered, or even been crushed and absorbed by the Divine Lamp, were being drawn back by the power of "Universal Extraction," turning into specks of purple that merged into the scarlet flames.
Strand by strand, they were pieced together and reshaped.
The whole process resembled weaving a garment out of flames after it had been reduced to powder.
The shattered soul gradually took shape.
The Lord of Bliss's original soul gradually emerged under the tempering flames.
More and more points of light gathered.
The flames slowly contracted, enveloping the reassembled soul and the points of light.
A hazy figure floated within the flames, reappearing in a curled-up posture like a seed being nurtured.
The next second, the figure atop the Primordial Sacrificial Altar waved a hand.
This seed of consciousness became a streak of light, passed through layer after layer of spatial barriers, crossed the endless void, and plunged straight toward an azure planet.
Earth, deep in the Amazon Rainforest.
A stream wound through the dense woods, its water so clear that the pebbles on the bottom and the little fish darting past were visible.
Ancient trees towered along the banks, their lush branches and leaves casting dense shade that broke the sunlight into tiny patches scattered across the shimmering stream.
Together, they formed a scene brimming with life.
The Lord of Bliss crouched beside the stream, his knees pressed against the damp earth, staring somewhat absently at his reflection.
The mirrorlike water reflected a youth's eerily handsome face, with slightly upturned brows, purple eyes holding a river of stars, porcelain-white skin that was almost translucent, and wet purple hair falling over both shoulders.
At this moment, he no longer possessed the power of the Divine Realm.