Primordial Era: Reborn as Zhen Yuanzi, taking control of the underground passage

Gazing at the chaotic spiritual treasure that slowly rotated in the depths of the dark blood sea, exuding an aura of destiny and reincarnation, Zhen Yuanzi's mind raced, instantly weighing countless pros and cons.

Forcibly taken? This treasure's aura is as obscure as an abyss, containing the completeness and vastness of the Great Dao Laws, far surpassing any spiritual treasure he has ever seen before, and even feeling that it is above the Earth Book!

Taking action rashly would likely not only fail, but could also trigger a backlash from its instincts, with unimaginable consequences. It might even alarm the heavens and bring down boundless karma.

But to give up and return empty-handed? Faced with what may be one of the most mysterious spiritual treasures since the beginning of time, how could a great being be content with that?

After a moment's thought, he decided to test the waters first. He needed to at least understand some of the treasure's characteristics, sense its spiritual tendencies, and determine whether it might resonate with his own Dao before making any further plans.

This is not greed, but rather the necessary caution and inquiry that a cultivator should exercise when faced with an unparalleled opportunity.

He took a deep breath, focused his mind, and separated a wisp of his divine consciousness tendril, which was extremely refined and contained the original Daoist essence of the earth and a trace of his divine consciousness core.

These tentacles, formless and intangible, carried a portion of his thoughts and intentions, like the softest feathers, cautiously and extremely slowly reaching towards the suspended, seemingly defenseless Wheel of Reincarnation.

As the divine sense slowly approached, it did not sense any repulsive or defensive force. The cyclical wheel remained ancient and unadorned, carrying a sense of vicissitude and indifference that had endured countless eons, spinning quietly as if it were indifferent to everything around it.

However, just as his wisp of divine consciousness was about to touch the cold, mysteriously patterned disc—

A sudden change has occurred!

There was no earth-shattering roar, no violent energy clashes; everything happened at the level of thought, yet it was far more dangerous!

The once peaceful Wheel of Reincarnation was as if a sleeping giant had been slightly touched, or as if an invisible trap, set up in advance for all those who were watching, had been triggered!

The six illusory holes in the center of the plate suddenly lit up with a faint light, and an irresistible, extremely profound suction force that directly affected the origin of the true spirit was generated out of thin air!

Zhen Yuanzi's wisp of divine consciousness, and even the part of his mind and consciousness attached to it, were like starlight falling into a cosmic black hole, helplessly pulled in by that overwhelming force!

Before he could even react, that part of his consciousness had already slipped out of his body's control and plunged into utter darkness and weightlessness.

In an instant, the world spun around, and everything was renewed!

Zhen Yuanzi felt this part of his core consciousness being thrown into a vast, bizarre, colorful, yet cold and ruthless, ever-flowing river—

That is the phantom of the River of Reincarnation, the convergence and manifestation of the fate trajectories, causal threads, and karmic torrents of countless beings throughout history and from all directions!

He was no longer a detached bystander, but an involuntary participant. The power of reincarnation began to work on his consciousness, forcibly granting him new "life" time and time again, and allowing him to experience its complete "journey".

In his first life, he was a mayfly, which lives only a day and dies at dusk.

Consciousness awakens in the dim light of dawn, feeling the coolness of the water and the warmth of the sun. Instinctively, it flaps its wings and dances and mates on the water with countless other creatures, fulfilling the most primal impulse and mission of life.

As the sun sets, a wave of exhaustion washes over me, and consciousness, along with the fading of the last ray of light, swiftly returns to eternal darkness and silence. Brief, brilliant, and yet utterly meaningless.

In his second life, he was transformed into a lark singing in the forest.

The fragility of hatching, the warmth of being fed by parents, the fear and freedom of taking flight for the first time, the joy of singing and courting on branches, the thrill of dodging snakes, rats, eagles and falcons... the scroll of life slowly unfolds.

Finally, in a sudden, unexpected eagle attack, talons tore through fur, excruciating pain and extreme fear overwhelmed consciousness, and with a rapid fall, everything was once again annihilated in boundless darkness.

In his third life, he became a koi carp in a stream.

Sensing the cold touch and buoyancy of the flowing water, swallowing algae and microorganisms, playing among the rocks, they must also be constantly wary of water birds pecking at them and competition from their own kind.

Day after day, year after year, until one day, the swimming body became sluggish, the scales lost their luster, and it eventually died alone in the dark depths of the rock crevices, its consciousness slowly fading away in the cold, suffocating feeling.

Flowers, birds, fish, insects, beasts, reptiles... His consciousness flowed involuntarily through countless births and deaths, experiencing the joys and sorrows, loves and hates, births, aging, sickness and death of the lowest and most humble creatures in the primordial world.

Each "death" is accompanied by the rapid blurring of memories and the forced stripping away of emotions from that life, as if wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving only an empty "sense of experience".

But there is an even greater, colder, invisible force, like the spindle of fate, pulling at his unwavering core spirit, following some kind of karmic pull and rule, and casting him into a completely new, random life form.

Gradually, with the accumulation of "experiences", the trajectory of reincarnation seems to begin to subtly shift, no longer limited to the lowest level of beings.

He transformed into a stubborn rock in the mountains, enduring millions of years of wind and rain, and the baptism of the essence of the sun and moon, feeling the ancient silence, weight, and unspoken burden of the earth.

There was no joy or anger, no thought, only an almost eternal solitude and a passive perception of the ever-changing world. Consciousness slowly settled in this near-stagnant state, as if to merge with the earth.

He became a pine tree on a cliff, its roots as deep as iron pincers in the rock crevices, drawing in meager nutrients, its branches and leaves like swords, braving the wind and frost that have lasted for a thousand years.

Experience the tenacious vitality of plants, perceive the marks that time has etched on the rings of the tree, and feel the instinctive desire to grow upwards, deeply rooted in the earth.

Subsequently, the power of reincarnation seemed to feel that these "trials" were not enough, and led him into a more powerful race with higher intelligence, which also occupied a place in the primordial world.

He was once a five-clawed dragon soaring through the heavens, controlling clouds and rain, and wielding feng shui, his scales and claws gleaming with supreme majesty.

He felt the glory and power of the supreme beings among the scaled creatures, experienced the strict hierarchy and struggles within the dragon race, and understood the responsibility and constraints of protecting specific waters and maintaining harmony between the winds and rains in a region.

Ultimately, they either perish in battles with other primordial giants, or their dragon souls return to the endless Dragon Abyss as their lifespan is exhausted.

He was once a seven-colored phoenix reborn from the flames, magnificent and beautiful, with flowing wings and auspicious aura surrounding him.

Understanding the nobility of the leader of the Feathered Clan and the auspicious mission they bear, they sensed the eternally burning heat at the core of the Undying Volcano and the extreme pain and mystery of burning away the old self and reshaping a new life with each rebirth.

They stand alone, guarding the pride and heritage of the Phoenix clan.

He was once a five-colored unicorn, riding on auspicious clouds, benevolent and dignified, never treading on living insects or breaking grass and trees, and surrounded by auspicious energy.

Traveling among the famous mountains and rivers of the ancient world, wherever blessings are bestowed, vegetation flourishes and demons flee.

They sense the benevolence of the supreme beast and its silent maintenance of the natural order, yet they also bear the attention and invisible shackles that come with their auspicious beast status.