But, of course—
Death was not the end.
As Yu Xuan's lifeless body was in silence, the world itself seemed to pause.
Then, a mysterious energy, surged into existence, penetrating every inch of his being.
It did not come from Heaven and Earth, but from within himself.
His blood began to shimmer — glowing threads of gold coursed through his veins, each drop pulsating with vitality.
The energy and his blood fused, merging into a singular, chaotic current that swept through his body, baptizing him.
His Lower Dantian flared once more — a violent golden light burst forth, and from within that void, a new core began to form.
It was radiant, perfect… and then, in the very next instant, it imploded again.
Yu Xuan's consciousness flickered. He felt himself die — his senses fading into nothing, only to be pulled back by a surge of new vitality.
And then he died again.
And again.
And again.
Each time he "died," the process repeated — death and rebirth, collapse and reconstruction.
