Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

Lin Xuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed before the Underworld Palace. The dark red ball of Nascent Soul Immortal Blood before him had shrunk by more than half. The stubborn killing intent within it, suppressed by the Reincarnation Mark, melted away completely like ice and snow under the scorching sun. Pure and abundant Nascent Soul Origin and Immortal Essence flowed into his body like a gentle river, nourishing his parched meridians and illuminating his dim Nascent Soul.

His pale face gradually regained its color, and the weakness caused by the depletion of his power was rapidly receding. His aura not only returned to its peak, but also became more profound and deep under the baptism of the Divine Transformation Origin, faintly touching the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage.

However, at the crucial moment when he was refining the immortal blood and restoring his cultivation, another, more profound and fundamental change was quietly taking place inside and outside this Pure Land of the Beginning.

Previously, the Reincarnation Mark and the Transcendence Mark resonated, completely stabilizing the core of the Underworld, transforming it from a mere energy space into a true prototype possessing its own Reincarnation Law and the ability to guide the souls of the dead. This complete Reincarnation Law was like a unique pebble thrown into a calm sea of ​​cosmic laws, creating ripples unique to "Lin Xuan's Reincarnation."

These ripples, silent and invisible, spread to every corner of the vast universe in a way that transcends the speed of light and distance, along some mysterious network of souls.

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Ancient road under the stars, land where gods fell.

The countless remnants of gods and demons continued to wallow and roar in endless pain and obsession. They were the unwilling fighting spirit, the bone-deep resentment, the shattered memories, eternally imprisoned in this place. Suddenly, a fragmented soul belonging to an ancient thunder god abruptly stopped its frantically wielding arm of lightning. In the depths of its chaotic crimson eyes, a faint, extremely faint light seemed to be reflected, from the distant reaches of the starry sky... a dim gray light.

An extreme longing for "peace" and "home" that originates from the soul's instinct suddenly erupts like a dormant volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years!

"Return...to..."

A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of intent emanated from the depths of this remnant soul. The next moment, its massive soul body, composed of obsession and malevolent energy, began to slowly thin, transforming into a wisp of light. It broke free from some invisible constraint of this battlefield and drifted away in the direction from which the call came.

Like the first domino to fall. Then came the second, the third… the tenth, the hundredth…

More and more remnants of gods and demons ceased their eternal, repetitive battles and roars. For the first time, a glimmer of hope appeared in their crimson, chaotic eyes. Following the call from the heavens, they transformed into streaks of soul light of varying colors and intensities, flowing like a reversed galaxy, vast and mighty, converging towards the Primordial Pure Land!

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On a cultivation planet recently devastated by a sect war, littered with corpses, countless souls of fallen cultivators and mortals drifted aimlessly above the battlefield, their resentment soaring, unable to find peace. Suddenly, all the souls jolted, gazing in unison towards a certain direction in the starry sky. They felt a warm, peaceful, and maternally inviting pull. Without hesitation, these newborn, weak souls, like weary birds returning to their nests, flocked together and merged into the void, heading towards their distant destiny.

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A desolate star field, once the home of a glorious civilization, was destroyed in an ancient cataclysm, leaving behind only the shattered, soon-to-be-vanished true spirit imprints of countless mortal beings, drifting like cosmic dust. As the faint ripples of reincarnation swept across, these true spirit imprints, which should have returned to nothingness, seemed to be infused with a final burst of vitality, flickering slightly before slowly drifting in the same direction, like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

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Outside the Pure Land of Primordial Darkness, Lin Xuan, who was refining immortal blood, suddenly opened his eyes! A look of shock and understanding flashed in his eyes.

He sensed countless faint yet clear "connections" that were establishing links with the cycle of reincarnation at the core of the Primordial Pure Land, traversing immeasurable distances of time and space from all directions of the universe!

Like countless streams that have finally found their way to the sea! He flashed to the border of the Netherworld, his gaze piercing through the gray barrier to the starry sky. The next moment, even with his unwavering resolve, he was awestruck by the sight before him!

The starry sky is no longer an eternal darkness and deathly silence.

As far as the eye could see, the sky was filled with the light of souls!

Like a vast ocean of light, it surges in from every corner of the universe!

There were incredibly powerful remnants of gods and demons, radiating an ancient and boundless aura. Their soul light was blazing, like miniature stars, but their soul bodies were covered with battle scars and lingering obsessions. At this moment, however, they carried a sense of liberation and tranquility.

There were numerous cultivator souls dressed in various tattered armor or Taoist robes. Their soul light varied in strength, and their faces still bore traces of anger, fear, or bewilderment from their previous lives, but now they all transformed into a longing for peace.

Even more numerous are the countless, faint, firefly-like spirits of mortal beings, gathering together like rivers shimmering with starlight, flowing silently and persistently. Crimson, ghostly blue, deathly white, dark gold…

Countless colored soul lights intertwined, forming a magnificent, tragic, yet perfectly harmonious picture. Their goal was singular—the Primordial Pure Land!

Those souls that arrived first were those that were closer or possessed a certain amount of power. They came to the border of the underworld without hesitation, easily penetrating the dark barrier like water droplets merging into the ocean, and entering this pure land belonging to the dead.

Upon entering the Underworld, the violence, resentment, and obsession within these souls seemed to be cleansed by the unique Daoist principles of this realm, becoming much more peaceful. Instinctively, they converged towards the turbid Yellow Spring before the Underworld Palace. The moment a soul touched the Yellow Spring, its body trembled slightly. The memories of its past life, various emotions, and even some impure soul power contained within its soul were slowly peeled away and dissolved into the Yellow Spring, like grime washed away by clear water. Their souls became purer and more transparent, leaving only their core true spirit, carrying a trace of bewilderment and emptiness, sinking to the bottom of the Yellow Spring, awaiting the beginning of future reincarnation.

The weak true spirit was cleansed almost instantly upon contact with the Yellow Springs and sank to the bottom of the spring.

Some powerful remnants of gods and demons need even longer to linger in the Yellow Springs, their stubborn obsessions and malevolent energy like solid ice, slowly melting away under the scouring of the waters of reincarnation.

The entire underworld, shattered by the influx of countless souls, was not noisy. A solemn and orderly atmosphere naturally formed. The souls arrived silently, silently received the cleansing of the Yellow Springs, and silently sank to the bottom. The whole process was smooth and harmonious, as if it were meant to be. Lin Xuan stood quietly before the Underworld Palace, watching this grand scene of "ten thousand souls paying homage," feeling the vibrant life emanating from the Primordial Underworld due to the infusion of countless souls (a unique life force belonging to the world of the dead).

He could clearly sense that as souls continued to pour in and cleanse, the Yellow Springs seemed to become deeper and more condensed; the phantom of the Underworld Palace was also clearer; even the boundary of this hundred-mile-long Underworld was expanding outwards at an extremely slow but firm pace!

These souls are not only beneficiaries of the cycle of reincarnation, but their very existence and transformation have also become precious resources for nourishing and strengthening this nascent underworld!

A sudden realization dawned on Lin Xuan's mind.

Reincarnation is not only about giving, but also about taking. It accepts the souls of the dead, cleanses their karmic obstacles, and gives them new life; at the same time, the soul power, memory fragments, and even their beliefs about "final destination" brought by the souls of the dead are all feeding back into reincarnation itself, making it more perfect and powerful.

"This is the true cycle of reincarnation..." Lin Xuan murmured to himself. He looked up at the long river of soul light that was still flowing endlessly from the depths of the starry sky. His gaze pierced through the Pure Land of the Primordial Netherworld, as if he could see the future—when the order of reincarnation spread throughout the heavens, when the Netherworld expanded to the boundless, what a cosmic spectacle it would be! Ten thousand souls came to pay homage, and order was first revealed.

The grand vow he made for the underworld here has finally become a solid first step, no longer an empty promise!

Beneath our feet lies a pristine, newly born land.

Before them lay the rushing masses of souls. Behind them, the celestial beings and gods pursued them relentlessly.

His path, his cycle of reincarnation, officially begins here!