Chapter 186 Immortal Li Xuan, the Original Light
The vast starry sea, the final battlefield that should have been a dead silence, was now enveloped by an indescribable gentle aura. This aura didn't stem from some powerful burst of energy, but rather a declaration of existence itself, a manifestation of a supreme law that transcended life and death, creation and destruction. It emanated from the tightly entwined bodies of Ye Li and Qin Yixuan, like the first warm breeze of early spring, gently yet irresistibly sweeping across every corner of the battlefield.
Soothed by this aura, the shattered void began to mend itself at a visible speed. Those fissures in space, like hideous scars, their edges shimmering with chaotic energy currents that had once devoured countless warriors and warships, were now gently smoothed over by invisible, gentle hands. The cracks slowly closed, healed, and finally vanished, leaving only the smooth, pristine cosmic fabric. Stardust, annihilated by the fierce battle and transformed into streams of elementary particles, seemed to be summoned by some primordial force, beginning to gather and condense again. Bits of faint starlight ignited once more, like sparse yet resolute diamonds of hope dotting the endless velvet of darkness.
Even more astonishing were the remnant souls of the allied warriors who had recently perished in the previous demonic frenzy, their spirits still yet to dissipate into the universe. They should have lapsed into eternal silence, filled with resentment, pain, and confusion. But now, illuminated by this warm light, their shattered bodies felt an unprecedented peace and solace. The clamor of war, the fear of death, and unfulfilled regrets gradually faded in this light. As if they heard the call from the source of life, beheld the guiding light of their destiny, they transformed into tiny particles of pure light, and with serene smiles, they merged into the vast primordial light, becoming part of the nutrients supporting the laws of the new universe, achieving another form of eternity.
His gaze was focused on the pair of figures leaning against each other's backs in the center of the battlefield.
Ye Li's dark battle suit was already tattered, ripped in many places, revealing deep wounds beneath that exposed the bone. Dark red blood mingled with the stains left by the battle, telling of the tragedy that had preceded it. Qin Yixuan's Moon Palace dress, a symbol of holiness, was even more stained with pale golden Origin Holy Blood, as poignant and beautiful as a withered plum blossom in the snow, each stain representing the immense price she had paid for her protection.
However, as the primordial light, born from the resonance of their souls, enveloped them like warm spring water, a miracle occurred. Those horrific wounds, whether Ye Li's deep, bone-deep lacerations or Qin Yixuan's nearly annihilating, healed and healed at a visible pace. New flesh and blood rapidly grew to fill the gaps, damaged meridians were repaired and widened, and even the depleted Sacred Origin, nourished by this light, became full and active again. In a matter of breaths, the scars on their bodies vanished, leaving not even a trace of a scar. Their skin was as smooth as jade, as if it had never experienced the brutal bloody battle. This was not ordinary healing or physical repair, but a deeper, life-form reshaping and optimization, returning their bodies to the most perfect, primordial state of health, in harmony with their immortal Dao foundation.
At the same time, the aura surrounding them, once waning from overdrawn strength, quickly receded like the ebbing tide. In its place, was an indescribable depth and vastness. They remained standing, their figures no longer towering, but in the perception of all the survivors—whether the struggling ascetic Alvin, the complex-eyed plotter Mephisto, or the ordinary Allied soldiers who had survived the catastrophe—their presence was infinitely heightened. They seemed no longer two separate entities, but completely merged with the vast sea of stars and void, becoming the foundation that supported this universe and defined its very existence. A gentle yet majestic aura, approachable yet deeply awe-inspiring, naturally emanated from them. It was the unique aura of those who forged a new era, protectors of the source of all things, and transcended all mundane struggles and laws.
The transformation in their power levels was fundamental. If the previous Sanctuary Realm was a preliminary encounter with and mastery of some of the laws of the universe, allowing them to influence reality to a certain extent within their own domain, then the realm they had now entered was a realm that existed only in the most ancient legends and was considered the ultimate goal of the path of cultivation—the Immortal Realm!
Though only beginning to grasp the path, barely forming the rudiments of an immortal foundation, they still have a long way to go before achieving true eternity and indestructibility, their very essence has already undergone a profound transformation. Every breath they take synchronizes with the pulse of the universe; even the slightest movement of their thoughts can cause ripples in the ocean of law. Immortality means transcending the ordinary limitations of lifespan and beginning to touch upon the very essence of time and existence.
Behind them, the "Reincarnation Universe," once shattered and dim from excessive energy consumption, seemingly on the verge of collapse, now emitted a low, joyful hum, nourished and actively reconstructed by the power born from this fusion, imbued with immortality. The boundaries of the universe were no longer blurred and constantly collapsing, but rapidly became solid and clear, expanding outward at a steady pace, incorporating more of the shattered void, transforming it into an orderly system of stars and laws. Within the universe, the scene of stellar birth and death, once filled with tragic sacrifice and helpless reincarnation, also underwent a fundamental transformation. The birth of stars was no longer random and accidental, but an inevitable cosmic evolution filled with infinite possibilities and vibrant vitality. The annihilation of stars was no longer a complete extinction, but rather the feedback of their accumulated energy and matter into the universe, nourishing a new round of birth and the emergence of even more complex structures. The once violent and raging chaotic energy now mellowed, flowing like a loyal servant according to a new, more harmonious law, providing the initial breeding ground for the movement of the stars and the budding of life. This "reincarnation universe" was no longer just the manifestation of Ye Li's Dao fruit alone, but rather the perfect carrier and extension of her and Qin Yixuan's shared will, power, and even immortal Dao foundation. It was a truly nascent miniature universe, full of infinite potential and possibilities!
Ye Li slowly raised her right hand, palm facing upward, her mind shifting slightly. The supreme artifact—the Samsara Mirror—that had accompanied her through two reincarnations, countless deaths and tribulations, ultimately gathering all its fragments, silently ascended and hovered above her palm. Now, the Samsara Mirror no longer exuded the same all-consuming, agonizing aura of chaos that controlled the cycle of life and death. The mirror's surface became remarkably calm, radiating an indescribable, all-embracing, primordial, chaotic hue. It seemed no longer a mirror, but rather the embodiment of the singularity that existed before the universe's birth, encompassing all possibilities. It was the origin of all laws, the cause of all things' birth, and the fruit of their return. It hovered quietly, yet seemed to reflect the entire universe, past, present, and future.
At the same time, Qin Yixuan also slightly raised her left hand, her fingertips naturally relaxed. From her fingertips, the starlight that flowed was no longer the dazzling brilliance of the past, but rather a certain coldness and distance. The light had become incomparably pure and warm, imbued with unimaginable vitality and creative power. In this creative light, one could almost hear the joyful cry of life's first sprouts, see the faint yet resolute glow of civilization's first sparks, and sense the solemn and sacred rhythm of order emerging from chaos. It was the ultimate embodiment of life and order, possessing the supreme power to heal all wounds, purify all filth, breathe new life into the dead, and illuminate despair with hope.
Illuminated by the radiance of the newly born starry universe, their gazes met once again in mid-air. This time, no words were needed for communication; even the transmission of spiritual consciousness seemed superfluous. Their souls resonated, their wills merged, and they shared the ultimate understanding of the Great Dao. A sense of harmony, transcending simple tacit understanding and a sense of unity, permeated them.
The next moment, the primordial chaotic hues of the Samsara Mirror and the pure creative light flowing from Qin Yixuan's fingertips, as if drawn by their own essences, naturally drew closer, intertwined, and entwined. But this wasn't a simple addition of power or a fusion of attributes. Instead, under the profound integration of their newly formed Immortal Dao Foundation, a deeper qualitative transformation occurred, one that touched upon the mysteries of the universe's origins.
The two lights no longer distinguished each other; they blended perfectly, ultimately transforming into a stream of limpid light that seemed incredibly gentle, calm, and even devoid of the slightest hint of worldly energy. This stream of light exhibited a hue that defied description by any known color. In one moment, it seemed to encompass every color of the spectrum, then in the next, become transparent and colorless, as if it were simply the concept of "light" itself. Its flow was not swift, even giving off a sense of slowness and leisure, as if the passage of time had lost its meaning before it.
However, when this clear stream of light began to flow forward and touched the surrounding void monsters that were still roaring madly and trying to pounce, as well as the void energies that were still violent and chaotic due to the remaining power of the "Lord of Annihilation", a shocking scene occurred.
There were no deafening explosions, no shockwaves from the energy collision. Those hideous monsters, composed of pure malice and a lust for destruction, vanished silently the moment they touched the light stream, like a crude brushstroke gently erased by the most skilled artist, leaving behind not even the most basic energy particle or soul imprint, as if their very existence were a mistake that could be easily corrected. Those turbulent void energy currents, powerful enough to rip apart the stars, became incredibly docile as the light stream passed through them, as if imbued with a new, harmonious "order," blending into the light stream, becoming part of it, or perhaps "pacified" into the calming background energy of the universe.
This stream of light, in its entirety, was not "destruction" or "purification" in the traditional sense, but rather a more fundamental and thoroughgoing reset. It forced all things and laws that did not conform to its inherent definition, those that were chaotic, distorted, and represented "non-existence" or "anti-existence," back to their most primitive and fundamental state. It did not kill the monsters, but rather denied the legitimacy of their "existence"; it did not purify energy, but rather corrected its "chaotic" properties.
This was the ultimate power that Ye Li and Qin Yixuan naturally developed when, in the absolute despair of their bodies on the verge of collapse and their souls about to dissipate, they were driven by ultimate love, unconditional trust, an unwavering will to protect, and the deepest sense of responsibility for all beings behind them. When they finally touched the legendary threshold of immortality, they naturally developed this ultimate power that belonged to them.
"Immortal Reincarnation·Original Light"!
It completely transcends the simple scope of the opposing binary concepts of creation and destruction, and directly points to the core mystery of the starting point and end point of the cycle of birth and extinction of the universe. It is the concept of "existence" itself, the most essential and direct rejection, correction and ultimate negation of "non-existence (nothingness)"!
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