Chapter 405

Chapter 405: Cycle of Reincarnation
The dao field was a special space separate from the cultivation world. There were no sun, moon, or stars here. Yu Zhao and the others could only calculate to judge the passing of time.

Three days later, the three futons whose masters had still not arrived disappeared.

This also meant that three more young cultivators had fallen before even reaching the threshold of entering the dao field.

Before everyone could even sigh over this, an indescribable power filled the whole space. Everyone’s breathing paused, and their hearts trembled.

“In the fifty-seven thousand four hundred twenty-third year of the Bei Ming Calendar, the Lesser World Dao Field is reopened.”

An aged voice echoed above the silent dao field.

Yu Zhao’s eyelid twitched and she quietly memorized the two terms, Bei Ming Calendar and Lesser World Dao Field.

At that moment, a shower of golden light fell from above everyone’s heads and gathered on the high platform in front of the dao field, slowly condensing into a figure.

Her face could not be seen clearly under the golden light, but from her clothes they could vaguely tell she was female.

She spoke calmly: “The magic art taught today is the Art of Reincarnation.”

After she appeared, she had no intention of talking with them. With a wave of her sleeve, everyone’s consciousness was pulled into another world.

In the boundless darkness, countless tiny points of light were embedded.

Fiery red, icy blue, purple-orange… halos of all kinds of colors flickered, mysterious and beautiful.

Yu Zhao looked around in wonder at this place she had never entered before, too shocked for words.

Just then, a streak of silver light slid past her.

She reached out, wanting to grab it, but then found she had no physical body. She was only a vague, drifting spirit remnant.

She tried to search for other people’s presence but found the surroundings terribly quiet.

She could only drift aimlessly in this vast space.

Yu Zhao drifted for a very long time, because she never found a reason that could make her stop.

She did not know how much time had passed before she finally felt tired. Just then, a speck of dust too small to be seen with the naked eye floated past her eyes.

Without thinking, she attached her consciousness to that speck of dust and drifted with it through the starry sky.

The starry sky was full of unknown colors.

Sometimes a strong pull would suddenly appear and drag away the dust where Yu Zhao rested. At other times, a huge force would push the dust far away.

During its long wandering, the tiny speck of dust met others like it. They slowly gathered together until they finally became something that could be sensed, then repeated this process again and again.

Bigger, bigger, and bigger…

Yu Zhao watched with her own eyes as it grew from small to large.

At one point she dozed off. When she woke up again, she was shocked to find that the dust had faintly taken the shape of a planet, and she could even sense signs of life on it.

Yu Zhao was extremely surprised.

She pushed down the drowsiness pressing on her and watched life appear on the planet, then reproduce and evolve.

When the first living being appeared, Yu Zhao could no longer resist her sleepiness and fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, the planet had been divided into several regions, each occupied by different life forms.

Sometimes they went to war, fighting over territory.

Living beings died again and again, and new ones kept being born.

Among them, Yu Zhao found a tribe led by a young woman.

They were strong, bold, and smart. They were the strongest tribe on the whole planet.

Yu Zhao could not help paying more attention to them.

She wanted to see whether the tribe’s leader could lead her clansmen toward greatness.

But just as the tribe was expanding quickly, an unexpected natural disaster came.

First there was an earthquake, then drought, then disease…

The number of living beings dropped quickly.

The once green land returned to desolation.

Yu Zhao watched them flee, cry, and pray, and a strange feeling rose in her heart.

They had nothing to do with her, yet she could not bear to watch them all die in this disaster.

She tried to help them.

But she was only a spirit remnant.

She had no body.

She had no power.

No matter how anxious she was, she could not affect any person or thing on the planet.

Yu Zhao could only watch sadly as one life after another was swallowed by the flood.

At this time, only a dozen or so people were left on the whole planet.

They gathered on the highest mountain on the planet. When they looked around, they saw a vast ocean in all directions.

They knelt on the ground, hands clenched into fists at their chests, constantly praying to Heaven Above.

Their attitude was both devout and humble.

The flood rose little by little.

Their figures also became smaller and smaller.

Yet they still did not stop their prayers. Their faint voices floated into Yu Zhao’s ears along with the wind.

Yu Zhao suddenly felt a surge of power rise within her. She had no time to tell where the power came from. She immediately split off a thread of consciousness, attached it to a huge leaf, and guided the leaf toward the survivors on the mountain.

At the very moment they were submerged by the flood, the huge leaf rose from the water and lifted them up, carrying them across the waters.

No matter how big the waves were, they could not overturn the leaf. No matter how hard the boulders were, they could not cut through it.

The survivors stayed on the leaf until the flood finally retreated. They stepped onto the land again and kissed the ground.

After Yu Zhao used up her last bit of power, she fell back into sleep.

This time, she slept for a full thousand years.

When she woke up again, there were no tribes left on the planet. In their place stood one country after another.

Once again, Yu Zhao silently watched as a bystander, witnessing the rise and fall of these countries.

In the end, a powerful country with the name Ye ended many years of war and united all the others.

But the time of peace did not last long. When the Ye Kingdom had passed down to its fifth generation, it split apart and a new round of war began.

Yu Zhao did not know who finally won.

Because she had fallen asleep again.

She seemed to be getting more and more sleepy.

And she faintly had a feeling.

When she woke up again, it would be the time when everything ended.

Sure enough, when she next regained her senses, the once prosperous land had become dead ground again.

While she slept, the planet slowly swelled and grew.

Earthquakes became more and more frequent, and the temperature rose quickly beyond what life on the planet could bear.

In the instant before Yu Zhao was about to wake, the last living being on the planet died.

The planet itself was also heading toward destruction.

Boom, boom, boom!

Violent rumbling spread from the inside of the planet outward.

Under the enormous shock, the planet broke into pieces and quickly collapsed, turning into tiny dust and scattering through the starry sky.

The whole process felt very fast, yet also very slow.

Yu Zhao’s consciousness was hazy. It seemed like she was thinking about something, yet also like she was thinking about nothing.

Until a tiny speck of dust floated in front of her. She subconsciously attached herself to it again and followed it as it drifted in the starry Skycurrent Lake.

Time passed both slowly and quickly.

One day, Yu Zhao finally shook off her muddled state.

Her spirit was more excited than ever before.

She understood!

She had figured it out!

The cycle of reincarnation.

From death to life, and from life to death.

Life and death repeating, neither fully dead nor fully alive.

Circling again and again, life never stopping.

This was the cycle of reincarnation!

Boom!

The starry sky shook.

The sky curtain shattered.

A powerful suction force instantly pulled Yu Zhao out.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the dao field.