Chapter 558: Forging Reincarnation
"Can your True Spirit Barrier really evade Daoization?" After seeing the others off, Xing Ju asked Bai Mo this question.
"What do you think?"
"The might of the Heavenly Dao... I don't believe you alone can reverse it."
"Going against the heavens means death if you don't advance. I truly don't possess the ability to change this rule. One cycle of reincarnation, at most, can delay Daoization for a thousand years."
"And after a thousand years?"
"A second reincarnation, or, *bang!*" Inside the Path of True Spirit, a slight explosion occurred with a *bang* to echo Bai Mo's words.
According to his design, the True Spirit Barrier didn't actually have the ability to eradicate the power of Daoization. Instead, it merely temporarily isolated the incessant impact of Dao on one's self-awareness to the outside of the barrier. It was akin to building a dam to hold back a constantly surging flood.
When this dam could no longer withstand the pressure of the flood and collapsed, the Daoization power accumulated over a thousand years would erupt all at once, instantly erasing the cultivator's personality.
As for the remaining body, it would become part of the starry sky, existing eternally.
A sudden, explosive death meant there was no need to endure the pain of watching oneself being devoured little by little before the great limit arrived.
The next reincarnation would be to build an even sturdier dam. Of course, it would still only be a dam; it still couldn't fundamentally block the slow rise of the flood at its source.
"What about you then? I smell a heavy aura of the Heavenly Dao. Like the Creator, you are all practitioners of the Merciless Dao. That power is already corroding everything."
"Me? It's too late. If one hasn't been wounded, how could they forge a path to escape the trap?" Bai Mo said indifferently.
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"Is this the Fate Wheel Realm?" Following Xing Ju's guidance, the Bloodline Primeval Spirits arrived at a plane where illusion and reality intertwined.
As far as their eyes could see, there was no sign of life, only a massive Yin-Yang Grinding Disc, so enormous it seemed to have no boundaries, its presence overwhelming, occupying most of the plane.
The colossal grinding disc was slowly advancing at a constant, unvarying speed, as if it would never reach an end.
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"On your way... on your way..."
Upon arriving in the Fate Wheel Realm, they could distinctly feel an unmatched power around them and an omnipresent voice, constantly guiding them, pushing them towards the endless depths of that enormous grinding disc every moment.
"I always feel like something isn't quite right..." To watch oneself being pushed by an invisible hand into a grinding disc that seemed to offer no chance of survival, no one could feel good about that.
"We've reached this point; there's no turning back."
"Even if I go back, I only have a few decades of lifespan left, just a waiting shell."
"I have twenty days. Three hundred years ago, I sealed myself in the family's secret vault, waiting to exert my last ounce of strength for the family. I never expected it to be like this."
Many of those present had reached a point where they could no longer advance before their great limit arrived. Thus, they had proactively sealed themselves, entering an indefinite state of slumber, to be awakened only when their family faced annihilation, at which point they would burn themselves out.
However, they never expected to await such an opportunity for a desperate struggle.
Sacrificing themselves for the family was merely a last resort when all other options were exhausted. Compared to "living" like walking corpses, extending their lives in a manner worse than death, they'd rather choose to believe that extraterrestrial being and gamble on their luck.
"Let's go."
The crowd no longer resisted the force without a source, allowing the slowly turning Yin-Yang Grinding Disc to gradually crush them.
"For the glory of our bloodline!" In their final moments, they shouted the slogan their aristocratic families had proclaimed for thousands of years before every expedition or battle.
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However, the Yin-Yang Grinding Disc didn't slow down a bit because of a group's "mantis trying to stop a chariot" attempt. It continued to grind over their spiritual bodies at an extremely gentle pace.
They only felt their vision go dark, and then there was nothing more.
If, at this moment, someone could overlook the entire Fate Wheel Realm from outside the plane, and their gaze could also penetrate that immensely vast Yin-Yang Grinding Disc, they would see more than a dozen faint specks of light passively moving towards the center of the grinding disc.
A spatial layer passage leading towards the Moon stood quietly there.
"The weakest, once awakened, can become the strongest."
Bai Mo played a little trick. He attempted to secretly carve out a small hole in that solidified wall that eternally separated the classes of heaven and man.
From this point forward, every person from the Manghuang Realm who wished to break through would be randomly reincarnated into a newborn in the Human Federation. Should they successfully awaken, they would undoubtedly completely change the fate of those around them.
Those with good luck might remember old affections, leading to prosperity for their friends and family. Those with bad luck, encountering someone who habitually severs earthly ties, considering relatives and friends merely weaknesses that drag them down, extinguishing all karma, might face utter disaster.
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At the same time, in another direction of the Fate Wheel Realm, countless "fire sparks" — thousands of times fainter than the more than a dozen light specks mentioned earlier, so faint they were almost imperceptible — surged towards the grinding disc every moment.
These were the souls of those who had passed away in the Manghuang Realm just moments before.
These souls were too weak; most of them shattered before reaching the grinding disc. After undergoing a baptism by the Yin-Yang Grinding Disc, they quickly transformed into countless specks of spiritual light powder.
The powder continuously settled downwards, with the vast majority ultimately descending into the Nine Netherworlds' Soul Realm and Boneyard Realm, these two worlds belonging to the dead.
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"Today's rain of faint light is still as beautiful as ever." Yu Xi, the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls, who had received the Soul Realm token from Bai Mo more than twenty years ago, uncharacteristically lay on an illusory throne, leisurely watching the light rain.
The Soul Realm was a dim world with almost no concept of time. She merely used the interval between two light rains as a day, a habit from her former human life.
Countless souls, who didn't need to eat or sleep, and wandered in a daze all day long, seemed to gain a hint of clarity as they bathed in the light rain.
"That little skeleton, why is he so unwilling to merge the Soul Realm and the Boneyard Realm? The Corpse Soul Realm sounds so artistic." Bored, she thought of this question again.
"He just knows how to hold that broken staff and chat all day."
"Only over nine hundred years until liberation." She and the Lord of the Boneyard Realm had agreed to Bai Mo's request to stay in the Soul Realm for a thousand years. Now, two decades had passed in a blink.
Since the discovery of the Manghuang Realm, Yu Xi had been busy almost every day.
Linking a real world from an outer spatial layer with the semi-illusory Soul Realm required countless tasks to be completed.
But unfortunately, there were too few intelligent high-level spiritual entities under her command who could understand instructions. All the others were useless fellows who couldn't even tell front from back, not even fit to be cannon fodder.
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