The stars held their breath.
Planets rotated slower.
The heavens, once noisy with the chants of cultivators and the roars of divine beasts, fell into a sacred hush.
From the silence rose a presence.
Not the pressure of a saint.
Not the rage of a god.
Not the madness of a demon.
But something infinitely gentle.
A pulse.
Like a quiet breath at dawn.
Yi Zhen had returned—not in body, not in soul as it once was—but as something new.
A Being of Nirvana.
His form shimmered in the void, cloaked in flowing robes of starlight and wind. His eyes no longer burned with intent—they glowed with understanding. He no longer radiated power but something deeper.
Sanctity.
He floated within the empty shell of a ruined world, once torn by cultivator wars, now barren. He reached down, his palm brushing the ashen soil.
And he spoke—not in words, but in Law.
> "Let this world remember what it means to begin again."
From his hand emerged a golden lotus, and from the lotus, a pulse of gentle Samsara. A ring of soft light spread across the land.
The Creation Realm.
This was no longer cultivation.
This was genesis.
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Creation Realm, First Stage – Seed of Return
Yi Zhen's power allowed him to instill personal reincarnation cycles into individuals, places, and even memories. To touch a dying soul was to grant them a rebirth path, crafted by his will.
Each cycle was not punishment—but progress.
A warlord who slaughtered innocents?
Reborn as a healer.
Again and again, until they wept at the sight of blood.
A tyrant who feared death?
Reborn as an insect.
Again and again, until they found joy in simplicity.
Yi Zhen walked through realms not to conquer them, but to mend them. His presence turned ghost plains into sanctuaries. His touch gave the fallen another chance. Even forgotten souls, bound to the void for eons, were drawn to him like lost children returning to a father.
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Creation Realm, Second Stage – Wheel Artisan
Yi Zhen began to create fragmented Wheels of Samsara—small divine artifacts that gently controlled rebirth within villages, towns, or battlefields.
No more would a soul be forced to drift endlessly.
No more would karma be dictated by a cruel heaven.
He, the Creator of Cycles, made it personal.
The wheels spun slowly. They didn't force reincarnation—they offered it. A true choice. A true path.
And every cycle a person walked through under his guidance… strengthened him.
With 100,000 of his own incarnations engraved in the fabric of his Nirvana Path, he stood far beyond mortals and even most gods.
He had become the Law of Continuation itself.
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Creation Realm, Peak Stage – Eternal Lotus of Nirvana
His body no longer required a form.
He became a Nirvanic Field—a gentle realm of living law, peace, and reincarnation that could descend upon any plane.
To walk within his presence was to feel one's sins weep.
To speak within his aura was to hear echoes of your past lives.
To die within his gaze was to be reborn with clarity.
And at the center of it all—his soul sat in the lotus position beneath an eternal banyan tree, high atop the Floating Plateau of Tranquil Samsara, a plane that did not exist before he did.
It hovered between life and death.
He called it The Shelter.
A realm for those who could no longer walk the paths of cultivation, but who had not lost their hearts. A place for wanderers, for broken warriors, for ancient beasts with fading memory.
He watched it grow.
And wept—not with sadness.
But with peace.
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Law Dao: Rebirth of Understanding
Yi Zhen no longer cultivated with Qi. He wove Dao.
He created a Law Dao from his very essence: The Rebirth of Understanding.
When cast upon a region, conflict slowly dissipated.
When placed upon a soul, they would feel every life they had ever lived.
When placed upon a cultivator… their cultivation path unraveled, revealing its flaws, illusions, and truths.
He walked into the Realm of Nine Kings and passed unchallenged.
He visited the realm of hungry ghosts and gave them dreams of fruit and laughter.
He entered ancient forbidden sects and whispered to their ancestors until even they shed their pride.
He did not need disciples.
The world was learning.
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One day, as he sat beneath the tree, a figure approached.
Wounded, blind, and burning with karmic hatred.
Yi Zhen looked at the man.
A cruel tyrant in three past lives.
A war god in his fourth.
Now, a broken cultivator abandoned by the heavens.
The man fell to his knees.
"I… don't want power anymore. Just peace."
Yi Zhen smiled.
"No power is greater."
And the Wheel spun again.