Time passed quietly for several months on the Ancient Sunken Continent, balanced delicately between starlight and Nirvana.
This land of absolute death now revealed a strange trace of "life force."
It was not lush vegetation or birdsong and flowers, but a slower, deeper "healing" and "purification" at the Law Level.
Like invisible needles, starlight patiently mended the scars in the continent's laws, wounds left by Nirvana's erosion over countless ages.
The newly formed moss and lichen that gave off faint life force had spread somewhat farther, their colors changing from dull gray to vivid hues.
At the bottoms of certain ravines long illuminated by starlight, several resilient little fluorescent grasses had even forced their way through the earth, their forms strange and unusual.
No longer did they rely on devouring Nirvana to survive. They had begun attempting to absorb the peculiar energy contained within starlight and tranquil deathly stillness.
This land was struggling toward rebirth in an unprecedented manner.
At the far south, on the outskirts of the Eternal Frozen Glacier.
A streak of deep blue light flitted soundlessly through the icy mountain gorges like a phantom.
It was Mo Jiang and the Nirvana Realm Ice Shuttle he had refined as one with himself. After several months of adaptation and exploration, Mo Jiang had not only stabilized his cultivation after his decline in realm, but had also gained increasingly effortless control over the ice shuttle.
He could even use the ice shuttle to mobilize the tranquil Nirvana Power around him to a certain extent, forming concealment barriers or performing short-range icy Nirvana teleportation.
He had been following the vague sense of calling within his heart. It came from the center of the ancient continent, carrying a Nirvana aura that shared his origin yet was far vaster.
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