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

The moment Lin Xuan fell into the river of time, he felt as if he had been thrown into a boiling furnace composed of history and memories.

It was no longer the perspective of an observer, but a complete immersion. Countless fragmented scenes of civilization, chaotic thoughts, clamorous sounds, and even the despair and resentment of billions of beings in that vanished civilization before their deaths, surged like a flood, raging against his projection and eroding his consciousness.

This is not just an impact of information, but a direct erosion of time!

He could feel his projection being rapidly assimilated and decomposed by this vast and chaotic force of the "past." Like a drop of ink thrown into a river, if he didn't try to protect himself, he would soon dissipate and become an insignificant part of the river of time, forever lost.

Even more terrifying, the enormous beast of time did not give up. Its chilling aura still locked onto him in the river. However, it seemed to be wary of the river of civilization itself and dared not venture in. But its black hole-like mouths still lingered outside the river surface, occasionally exerting a powerful suction force, trying to pull him out of the river.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, it is constantly being eroded.

This is one of the most dangerous situations Lin Xuan has faced in his cultivation so far. If the projection is completely annihilated here, it will not only damage his soul, but also cause him to lose his foundation in the Time Realm, making his path to becoming a god much more complicated.

"We cannot let this path end here! My way cannot stop here!"

A powerful will to survive and an unbreakable Dao heart allowed Lin Xuan to forcefully gather the last vestige of clarity on the verge of his consciousness being shattered. His tattered projection floated in the murky river water, like a small boat in a storm.

Resistance? How to resist?

To try and fight against this entire river of civilization with force? It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

To use the laws of time to fight against the long river itself, which is composed of time, is to be like a fish trying to swim.

In that critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck Lin Xuan, like a lightning bolt streaking across the darkness!

"Time... flows in one direction only, destined to decay and perish..."

"And reincarnation... is a cyclical recurrence, a new life arising from the alternation of birth and death!"

"Decline is the result, cycle is the path! Why should I fight against this decay? I only need to... construct a cycle, and create new life within decay!"

In a moment of inspiration, he abandoned his futile attempt to resist the torrent of time with his meager strength, and instead focused all his attention on the cycle of reincarnation within his body.

hum!

The broken projection core, the mark representing the authority of reincarnation, suddenly lit up, emitting a harmonious and ancient rhythm that was different from the passage of time.

"I will construct the realm of reincarnation!"

"Life is the ultimate end of death, and death is the ultimate end of life! Though time and space pass, the cycle of reincarnation never ends!"

He roared and, using his own projection as a base and the Samsara Mark as a core, forcibly created a tiny, strange domain that could only cover a few feet around himself!

This domain is no longer a simple defensive shield; its internal structure has undergone a fundamental change. The edge of the domain is no longer a solid barrier, but has transformed into a constantly rotating, blurred vortex. The torrent of time, instead of being forcibly stopped, is guided and absorbed by this vortex, flowing into the domain's interior.

Within the area, the scene was bizarre.

The power of time continued to exert its influence, and Lin Xuan's projection continued to age rapidly, with a decaying aura spreading from the severed arm. But when this aging reached a critical point, on the verge of complete annihilation, the power of reincarnation began to manifest. The decaying part did not completely dissipate but transformed into the most primordial particles, absorbed by the reincarnation imprint at the core of the domain. Then, through a mysterious transformation, energy filled with the aura of "rebirth" flowed forth from the other side of the domain, replenishing the projection!

Although the rate of new life cannot keep up with the aging and decay brought about by the erosion of time, the entire projection is still slowly becoming transparent and weak, but at least the irreversible process that is heading straight for extinction has been abruptly interrupted!

He successfully created a tiny, constantly evolving cycle of "aging-decomposition-regeneration" for himself within this one-way flowing river of time!

This is not about fighting against time, but rather... embracing time, utilizing reincarnation, and forcibly maintaining a dynamic and fragile balance under the erosion of time!

"Success!" Lin Xuan felt relieved. Although the situation was still critical, like dancing on the edge of a knife, at least the collapse had been temporarily stabilized.

It was under this extreme pressure on the edge of life and death, and in the process of constantly experiencing the cycle of "aging" and "rebirth," that his understanding of reincarnation and time increased at an unprecedented speed.

He clearly "saw" how the power of time acted on his projection, disintegrating its structure and stripping it of its vitality. He also clearly "felt" how the power of reincarnation extracted its essence from the ruins and reconstructed its existence.

These two supreme laws are no longer abstract concepts, but have become "phenomena" that can be observed, understood, and even attempted to be interfered with.

"Time... is not elusive... it is like flowing water, it has direction and power..."

"Reincarnation... is like a waterwheel, using the power of water to complete its own cycle, and even... can transform the power of water into other forms..."

An even bolder idea sprouted in his mind like a seed.

What if... we could incorporate the power of time, the power that causes all things to decay, into our own cyclical system, not just using the power of reincarnation to offset or repair it, but... transforming it into a part of reincarnation, making it the driving force for the evolution of our own domain?

The moment this thought crossed Lin Xuan's mind, he felt as if he had pushed open a completely new door!

He began to try to move beyond simply passively maintaining the cycle of "aging and rebirth," and instead actively used his divine sense to guide a wisp of time power that was washing over him, leading it into the trajectory of the vortex of reincarnation.

At first, it was extremely difficult. The power of time was violent and difficult to control, and several times it almost broke the fragile cyclical balance, causing his projection to flicker violently and nearly collapse.

But his resolve was firm and his spirit powerful; he failed time and again, but he adjusted each time.

Gradually, he found a trick. Using his own understanding of "passing away" as a guide and the "inclusive" nature of reincarnation as a container, he finally successfully incorporated the first wisp of gray-white time power into the vortex of reincarnation. Together with the other decomposed origins, it underwent a transformation from "decay" to "rebirth".

Although 99% of this wisp of time power dissipated during the transformation process, in the end, there was indeed a trace of extremely weak but fundamentally different power that merged into the newborn energy and replenished his projection.

This trace of power no longer brought about aging; instead, it carried an ancient sense of sedimentation, solidifying his projection into a mere wisp!

"Melting time into the cycle of reincarnation... nourishing new life with decay..."

An unprecedented glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes!

He found his direction!

Although it was only a preliminary and extremely rudimentary fusion, it meant that he was on the right path! Once he mastered this technique, he might truly be able to defy the erosion of time, and even use the time power of his enemies to nourish himself!

He was no longer content with merely surviving. He began to more proactively and cautiously absorb and guide more of the power of time, integrating it into his own miniature cycle of reincarnation.

This process was extremely dangerous, like walking a tightrope on a precipice. He was completely absorbed in it, forgetting the external threats, his own situation, and even the passage of time (although here, time itself was a chaotic concept).

Unbeknownst to him, while he was struggling to find enlightenment and survive in the perilous depths of the river, the situation on the surface of the river had also changed.

The enormous beast of time grew increasingly agitated and enraged after failing to pull Lin Xuan from the river for an extended period. It began to attack the river of time frantically, attempting to churn the waters and force out its damned "prey."

Its attack made the spacetime in this area even more chaotic, the river of time surged, and even more tributaries and whirlpools appeared.

The section of river where Lin Xuan was located was struck by a chaotic spatial current, detached from the main channel, and swept abruptly into an unknown and even darker watershed...

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Lin Xuan had initially mastered the technique of taming the violent power of time and subtly integrating it into his own cycle of reincarnation, which greatly slowed down the dissipation of the projection and even allowed it to barely maintain a relatively stable state, he suddenly realized the abnormality of the outside world.

The sense of time's erosion has not diminished, but the profound weight of the epic history of civilization has vanished, replaced by a... pure, cold, and nihilistic stillness.

He "looked up" and "gazed" through the murky river water.

The surroundings were no longer bathed in a soft, flowing light; instead, they were plunged into absolute darkness. Only the faint light emanating from his own Samsara Domain, along with the constantly flickering Samsara and Time runes within it, illuminated the area of ​​about a foot around him.

He seemed to have fallen into... an undercurrent of time, or rather, a forgotten tributary beneath the long river of civilization.

Here, one cannot sense any trace of civilization, only the most primal and relentless passage of time, as if after the end of the universe, there is eternal solitude and coldness.

And it was precisely in this absolute silence and darkness that the spacetime Dao pattern between Lin Xuan's brows and the Samsara Mark within his body simultaneously generated an unprecedented and intense resonance!

In the endless darkness ahead, something seemed to be drawing them in.