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

The anti-rebel coalition collapsed, and the three Nascent Soul giants, like stray dogs, fled in panic with their remaining troops from the star field that had been quietly covered by Lin Xuan's Law of Reincarnation.

After this battle, the name "Rebellious Immortal of All Heavens" Lin Xuan was no longer just a symbol on a wanted poster, but a truly terrifying existence that resounded throughout countless surrounding star fields and inspired fear in all who heard of him.

His Netherworld Legion, his unpredictable ability to make his words law, and especially his "Net of Laws" which began to erode reality and reshape order, all silenced all forces, making them no longer dare to easily step into the depths of the Shattered Star Corridor.

The Pure Land of the Underworld enjoyed a brief period of peace. The light of merit flowed, the cycle of reincarnation proceeded in an orderly manner, and all souls continued to come to pay homage. Meanwhile, the Underworld Legion grew ever more elite and ferocious through repeated small-scale bandit suppression operations (cleaning up the defeated allied troops and opportunistic space pirates).

Lin Xuan sat in the Underworld Palace, consolidating his mid-Nascent Soul cultivation and comprehending the deeper integration of the Law of Reincarnation and the power of merit. At the same time, he sensed the subtle changes in the increasingly vast star field around him through the ever-expanding "Net of Laws".

This network now covers several times the original star field, and its influence is growing day by day.

Through it, Lin Xuan could vaguely sense the flow of life and death energy among the creatures within the net, guide the souls of the dead, and even regulate the energy balance within the area to some extent.

He seemed to have become the invisible "steward" of this star field, holding the key to life, death, and order.

On this day, he was using the Net of Laws to sense a desolate region in the northwest that he had never explored in detail before, known as the "Burial Ancient Starfield".

The stars there are sparse, and the air is filled with a rich, ancient, and desolate atmosphere, as if burying the secrets of a lost era.

Suddenly, a thought struck him.

Through the subtle feedback from the network of laws, he sensed that in the deepest part of that desolate star field, there existed an extremely faint yet tenacious gathering place of life! What surprised him even more was that the area was surrounded by a unique, ancient, and wild aura, which faintly resonated with his Netherworld Reincarnation Law!

That aura was neither the Dao of Immortals nor the Dao of Demons, but rather a more primal, closer to heaven and earth, a kind of primal power, especially emphasizing... life and death and the earth!

"Interesting." A glint of interest flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes. Within this star field covered by his Law of Reincarnation, there was actually such a peculiar race hidden? And, it seemed to be related to the Dao of Life and Death?

With a slight thought, he transmitted an order to a legion commander of the Underworld Legion through his divine sense.

A moment later, a small yet swift ghost bone boat, carrying a wisp of Lin Xuan's powerful divine thought avatar, silently pierced through the starry sky and sped towards the depths of the Burial Ancient Starfield.

After traversing countless shattered star fragments and solidified ancient nebulae, the ghostly bone ship finally arrived at its destination.

It was an inconspicuous small planet hidden behind the shadow of a dying star.

Most of the planet's surface is barren and desolate, but at its north pole lies a valley shrouded in enormous, mysterious totem poles.

The valley is teeming with life, a stark contrast to the outside world.

When Lin Xuan's divine sense avatar descended above the valley, the scene below made his gaze slightly narrow.

In the valley lived hundreds of unusually tall and robust "people". They were over ten feet tall on average, with muscles that were as bulging as an old dragon's roots. Their skin was bronze or dark brown, and it was painted or branded with various wild and primitive totems of birds, beasts, insects, fish, sun, moon and stars.

They do not cultivate magical power or condense golden cores, but their bodies are filled with a vast and boundless power of blood and qi, as well as a profound aura that is closely connected with the earth beneath their feet and the surrounding mountains!

Even more striking was the sight of several people who appeared to be elders conducting a ceremony on an altar in the center of the valley.

They chanted ancient, desolate songs, their movements powerful and rhythmic, communicating with the unseen forces. Before the altar lay several members of their tribe, barely breathing, their souls half-dead.

As the ceremony proceeded, the elders emitted a grayish-white light, imbued with a strong sense of death and tranquility, which enveloped the dying people. It seemed to temporarily hold their scattered souls in place and even attempted to communicate with some deeper "final resting place" to delay their complete death.

Although this communication seemed extremely difficult, crude, and even somewhat futile, the intervention and understanding of the boundary between life and death contained within it made Lin Xuan instantly understand!

"The Witch Clan! And a descendant of the Witch Clan who have mastered some of the secrets of life and death!"

His memories from his past life merged with what he had seen and heard in this life, and he immediately recognized this ancient and mysterious race.

The Witch Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit or comprehend the Dao of Heaven; they only cultivate the physical body and supernatural powers, controlling the primordial forces of heaven and earth, such as wind, rain, thunder, lightning, mountains, rivers, and even the cycle of life and death! They were one of the most powerful races in ancient times, capable of contending with the Demon Clan for supremacy over heaven and earth! However, they gradually declined and their whereabouts became difficult to find.

Unexpectedly, in this remote Burial Ancient Starfield, there is still a clan that seems to be passing down witchcraft related to "life and death"!

Just as Lin Xuan's divine avatar descended and revealed their origins—

"Buzz!"

Within the valley, all the members of the Wu Clan, regardless of age or gender, felt a sense of connection! The elders who were presiding over the ceremony suddenly looked up, their gazes sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the ghostly bone boat floating in the air and Lin Xuan's divine avatar!

Their eyes first flashed with fierce hostility and vigilance, their blood boiled, their totems shone, and the earth trembled slightly! Clearly, they regarded this sudden appearance, which exuded a strong aura of death and the underworld, as an enemy or an intruder.

However, the next second, when their gazes fell upon Lin Xuan's divine consciousness avatar's deep, star-like eyes, and they sensed the indifferent yet supreme Dao of Reincarnation emanating from him, which seemed to hold the ultimate destiny of all things, especially when they felt the life and death laws that resonated faintly with their witchcraft but were far more complete, more majestic, and more essential than any power they could communicate with, the hostility on their faces was instantly replaced by unparalleled shock and awe!

The leading old priest was the tallest, his face covered with deep wrinkles and mysterious dark gold totems. He stared intently at Lin Xuan, his cloudy yet sharp eyes blazing with an indescribable excitement, his body trembling slightly with it.

He pushed away the clansmen who were helping him, walked forward step by step, and bowed slowly and deeply to Lin Xuan in the air with an ancient and solemn ceremony!

"Supreme... Lord of the Underworld..." The old priest's voice was hoarse and aged, yet filled with awe from the depths of his soul and a hint of unbelievable fanaticism, "You... you have taken complete control of the ancestral land?! You... have opened up the true... final resting place?!"

When all the members of the Wu tribe behind him saw the old shaman's actions, they were first taken aback, and then seemed to understand something. Their faces showed excitement, awe, and even a hint of pilgrimage. They bowed to Lin Xuan in unison, their movements uniform and full of ancient ritual.

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, understanding dawning on him. It seemed that these descendants of the witch clan, through their inherited life-and-death witchcraft, could vaguely sense the existence of the Netherworld, and even mistook him for some ancient being who controlled the "ancestral land" (possibly referring to the Netherworld or reincarnation).

He stood at the head of the bone boat, his divine consciousness avatar standing with his hands behind his back. The Daoist aura of reincarnation flowed naturally around him, and his voice was indifferent yet majestic, like a deity's pronouncement, resounding throughout the entire valley:

"I am Lin Xuan, the one who governs reincarnation, establishes order in the underworld, guides the souls of the dead from all realms, and determines the destiny of all beings." "You witch clans, that you still exist in this world and have even glimpsed the path of life and death, is truly remarkable."

Upon hearing this, the old priest trembled even more violently, almost bursting into tears of excitement: "Indeed! It is indeed the Lord of the Underworld! Our ancestors prophesied that when the ancestral land reopens and order is restored, a ruler wielding complete authority will descend to lead our race out of the bloodline curse and back to the glory of our ancestral land!"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with pleading and longing: "My Lord! We are the descendants of the 'Xuanming Witch Clan,' under the command of the Ancestral Witch Houtu, responsible for some of the life-and-death sacrifices! Due to the ancient war, our ancestral land collapsed, and the cycle of reincarnation was severed. We were scattered here, our bloodline gradually thinning, our inheritance fragmented, making even communicating with our ancestral land and burying our clan's souls incredibly difficult! We beg Your Lordship for mercy, for the sake of our shared origins, to allow us... to return to our ancestral land and resume the sacrifices of the Witch Clan!"

Lin Xuan looked down at the group of Wu clan descendants who were excited by his appearance, felt the pure and ancient life and death Wu power on their bodies, and their deep longing for the "ancestral land" (the underworld), and many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

The Witch Clan is naturally physically strong and controls the power of origin. In particular, the Xuanming Witch Clan seems to specialize in life and death sacrifices. If they can be subdued, it will undoubtedly be a great supplement to the operation and management of their Netherworld! Their life and death witchcraft may complement the Yellow Springs and the Mirror of Judgment, and may even help him to understand and perfect the deeper mysteries of "life and death transformation" in the laws of reincarnation more quickly.

This is practically a gift of excellent subordinates and resources delivered right to our doorstep!

His gaze swept over the utterly respectful members of the witch clan below, his voice remaining indifferent, yet carrying an air of promise and control:

"My underworld, encompassing all spirits, has just established its order. It needs beings like you, skilled in the ways of life and death, to preside over sacrifices and appease the departed souls." "Your return is not impossible." "However, you must serve me as your master, obey the laws of the underworld, and fulfill your duties in the cycle of reincarnation." "You...are you willing?"

The old shaman, without the slightest hesitation, led all the people of the tribe to prostrate themselves in the most reverent ancient shamanic ritual, his voice both excited and firm:

"The Xuanming Witchcraft Clan is willing to serve their master, even unto death! They are willing to enter the underworld and follow him for eternity!"

"Very well." Lin Xuan nodded slightly. "In that case, please follow me."

With a wave of his sleeve, his divine consciousness manifested a guiding light bridge constructed of the laws of reincarnation, extending down from the ghost bone boat and enveloping the entire valley and all the witch clan members within it.

The light bridge retracted, and along with hundreds of witch clansmen in the valley, disappeared into this ancient burial star field.

At this moment, far away in the Shattered Star Corridor, at the edge of the Primordial Netherworld, a flash of light appeared, and the Xuanming Witch Clan, led by the Old Witch Priest, had already appeared within the Netherworld.

When they sensed the pure and vast aura of reincarnation, and saw the rushing Yellow Springs, the high-hanging Mirror of Judgment, the solemn Underworld Palace, and the six pillars of reincarnation, all the members of the Witch Clan, including the old priest, were moved to tears, as if they were wanderers who had been away for countless ages, finally returning to their mother's embrace!

They could sense that the long-dormant bloodline of the Wu clan within them was showing signs of activity here! The incomplete lineage of life and death seemed to have found hope of being completed!

"Greetings, Lord!" Hundreds of witches once again bowed devoutly towards the direction of the Underworld Palace.

Lin Xuan's true form opened his eyes in the Underworld Palace, looking at the newly recruited "employees," and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The legacy of the Witch Clan, acquired. The resources of the Underworld further enhanced!

His cycle of reincarnation has gained another important piece of the puzzle. And this is just the beginning. How many similar beings exist throughout the myriad realms, waiting to be discovered, integrated, and incorporated into this ever-flowing torrent of reincarnation?

The path of reincarnation shines brightly!