Chapter 367

Chapter 367: The Blueprint for the Construction of the Wheel of Reincarnation

The Ouroboros Sword required little explanation—its head swallowing tail represented an endless loop.

Only a complete Ouroboros could wield such power, existing at the level of a True Lord or higher.

Some legends even claimed the Ouroboros held world-creating capabilities, elevating it to the status of supreme creator deity. Yet what Mu Lin held was merely a replica: a sword forged either through observing faint projections of the Ouroboros or by refining spirit snakes bearing traces of its bloodline.

This simpler version paled in comparison to the true Ouroboros, their difference as stark as sunlight versus candle flame. Still, even this diluted essence proved formidable. When combined with Mu Lin’s True Spirit Domain Chart, unexpected synergies emerged.

The sword’s looping power had allowed the black-robed old man to merely deflect attacks. But Mu Lin’s secret realm provided fertile ground for growth. Merging with the Ouroboros’ world-shaping essence, his pocket dimension underwent remarkable transformation.

A resonant hum echoed as defenses multiplied tenfold. Through the infinite cycle principle, concentrated assaults now dispersed across the entire secret world’s structure. Where the black-robed man’s technique lacked foundation, Mu Lin’s realm served as load-bearing pillars—even Earth Immortals would struggle to breach such defenses quickly.

This fusion birthed near-absolute protection. The secret realm became detached from the main world, mirroring the legendary Avalon’s dimensional isolation. Physical strikes, magical bombardments, all glanced off the dimensional divide. Mu Lin stood before foes yet remained untouchable, separated by world barriers.

Still, he frowned. Current defenses depended entirely on his underdeveloped realm’s size. Though attacks spread across reality’s fabric, the secret world remained small—created from limited Xuan Huang’s energy. Sustained Earth Immortal assaults could eventually overwhelm it.

Others would scoff at his dissatisfaction. Blocking Earth Immortal strikes across two major realm gaps? For a combining Essence and Evil realm cultivator, this bordered on miraculous. Yet Mu Lin dared not entertain thoughts of victory—merely surviving such encounters already defied heaven’s will.

However, after reaching the Transformation stage or achieving Transformation advancement to its limits, Mu Lin believed he could rival an Earth Immortal.

Of course, that would come later.

For now, Mu Lin focused on his current gains.

The Ouroboros proved exceptionally compatible with his world.

Its essence of infinite cycles affected not only the world’s barriers but also its inner workings.

Previously, the hellish world Mu Lin created remained still unless he consciously willed changes.

But with the Ouroboros’ essence infused, it gained a self-sustaining rhythm.

Without Mu Lin’s direct control, the Other Shore Flower now naturally interacted with other forbidden powers through the infinite cycle’s influence, merging to form subspecies.

Different energies collided and combined through this cyclical exchange.

Mu Lin suddenly realized fully mastering Chaos Origin Essence, the forces of Existence and Nothingness, and the Ouroboros’ secrets might let him create the Wheel of Reincarnation!

……

"The Ouroboros’ endless cycles can transition souls from death to rebirth."

"Chaos Origin Essence and Great Luo Merging Heaven (Existence and Nothingness) can purify dying souls, leaving only the immortal True Spirit for reincarnation… Now I see how to build the Wheel."

"Wait…"

While excited about this breakthrough, Mu Lin suddenly questioned why reincarnation existed at all.

Some claimed heavenly mercy gave second chances.

Others said cosmic order required moral balance.

Sages supposedly created it to shelter lost souls.

But Mu Lin saw through these lies.

Reincarnation’s true purpose? Harvesting.

Like capitalists exploiting workers.

Hell thrived by absorbing negative emotions and soul power.

Each reincarnating soul arrived heavy with memories, emotions, and spiritual energy – all potent forces in mythic realms.

Deities grew powerful from human faith; Divine Kingdoms floated on worship.

The pattern became clear. Burdened souls entered hell, then departed lightened – stripped of memories, emotions, and cultivated power.

Only bare True Spirits reincarnated.

The harvested energies?

Fuel for hell’s expansion.

"Humans are crops. Each rebirth feeds hell’s growth."

This truth left Mu Lin silent for long moments.

Finally, he sighed. "Myths hide beauty, but reality runs on profit."

Knowing hell’s true nature, Mu Lin chose not to alter its design.

After all, hell now lay in his grasp, and he was the one reaping the harvest.

"If I’m the beneficiary? Then no issue."

Besides, having reincarnation and second chances was better than nothing.

"As long as hell’s reincarnation system works properly – not snatching living people, but waiting until their natural deaths to collect everything – this won’t harm the world or humanity."

"This could even be seen as a contract. I give all beings new beginnings, and they surrender everything from their lives to me."

Reaching this understanding, Mu Lin chuckled bitterly:

"No wonder hell barely cares about mortal affairs. Whether humans live in sorrow, pain, joy or happiness makes no difference to hell – it can absorb all negative emotions, soul energy, and memories regardless."

"Painful feelings aren’t worse than happy ones. Sometimes they’re better."

"Upon death, all their ‘baggage’ gets stripped away and digested by hell. Then their True Spirit gets thrown back into the world to start accumulating again."

"Human wars and plagues mean faster harvesting. Peaceful times mean slower harvesting."

"Since everyone ends up in hell eventually, we usually don’t interfere with human conflicts. Just wait for natural deaths."

Heaven and earth show no mercy, treating all creatures as straw dogs.

Never had Mu Lin understood this truth so profoundly.

……

Truth be told, this harvesting method made Mu Lin’s mouth water.

Yet ultimately, he didn’t pursue it.

Not from kindness, but inability.

He hadn’t fully mastered Chaos Origin Essence, Great Luo Merging Heaven, or Ouroboros’ essence to create the Wheel of Reincarnation.

Even if he could, he lacked time for gradual accumulation.

The previous Emperor of Fengdu and Lord of Mount Tai were already Great Gods with billion-year lifespans. They could release humanity’s immortal True Spirits and watch generations grow and die, slowly reaping harvests.

They could preserve outstanding humans as ghost officials, Yin soldiers, civil/military judges, or city gods to strengthen hell’s forces.

But Mu Lin differed. He lacked such longevity. Still in his prime, every moment counted.

Thus, he temporarily abandoned reincarnation harvesting.

"What a waste."

Sighing, Mu Lin withdrew from cosmic contemplation and focused on the present.

"The Ouroboros Sword shall be my main weapon. Combined with my hellish secret world, ordinary cultivators can’t touch me."

"Common attacks won’t harm me anymore."

After assessing the sword, Mu Lin examined his second Root Word.

Unsurprisingly, it was the infinity symbol【∞】.