Liu Er sat alone at the Eye of the Return to Ruins, gazing at the evolution of the newborn universe.
Nourished by the stems of the green lotus, three thousand minor worlds were gradually taking shape, each nurturing unique living beings and laws.
Yet deep within the ley lines, bronze Dao patterns quietly spread like a chronic illness, as if silently reminding him: the tribulation was not yet ended, the reincarnation had not yet ceased.
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