The Ten Thousand Nether Veins pulsed in unison—then began to dissolve.
At first, it was subtle—like mist unraveling at sunrise—but then, one by one, the veins fractured, fragmenting into countless glimmering runes. These were not mere remnants of a technique. Each rune was a pure manifestation of law—etched from the convergence of Yin, Nether, Spirit, death...
They floated upward from the river's depths, rising through the frozen crust of the planet like ancient spirits breaking free of time. The river, now thick with raw Nether essence, churned with sacred rhythm, its currents bearing the flickering runes as offerings to the heavens above.
And the heavens responded.
From above, the fabric of Liang's miniature universe began to shimmer, stirred by the tide of transformation. The runes gathered in the sky like a spiral galaxy of symbols—each glowing with truth, each singing a note in the symphony of death, rebirth, and divine order.
Then—one by one—they began to connect.
