After its initial chill, the starlight of the Ancient Sunken Continent seemed to have reached a subtle balance with the residual Nirvana Power lingering within this land.
The light no longer appeared out of place. Instead, like flowing water, it seeped into every inch of charred rock and every deep ravine, quietly purifying the deathly stillness accumulated over countless ages.
It also nourished the stubborn seeds of life buried deep underground.
Yet beneath this surface, which was gradually approaching a balance between "life" and "death," undercurrents still surged.
At the far south, deep within the Eternal Frozen Glacier.
The World-Breaking Shuttle remained deeply embedded in the ice wall, but its condition was now completely different.
Its surface was no longer covered in frost and cracks. In their place was a strange texture, as though it had been reforged from fused dark-blue ice crystals and dull metal.
Smooth and cold, it exuded a restrained aura sharing the same origin as the surrounding peaceful Nirvana Power.
Inside the shuttle, Mo Jiang sat cross-legged. His face was still pale, but his aura had stabilized considerably, even carrying a faint edge of renewal after destruction.
He slowly opened his eyes, and ice-blue runes flashed through their depths.
He had succeeded. At the brink of life and death, he had wagered everything, using the remnants of his own soul as the catalyst, the peaceful Nirvana Power as the furnace fire, and the Ice Marrow Demon Spider's frigid origin as material.
He had forcibly performed a deeper sacrificial refinement, fusing the damaged World-Breaking Shuttle with himself.
The World-Breaking Shuttle was no longer merely a means of transport. It was more like a part of his body now, a natal artifact with the potential to grow—the Nirvana Realm Ice Shuttle.
The price was that his cultivation had