The crisp sound of ticking, like the notes of life, is melodious and intoxicating.

Wang Xuan’s head appeared first, followed by his chest, arms, little buddy, and legs being pieced together. The array map of the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo glowed brilliantly, showing no sign of fragmentation.

He glanced at his right leg, hollow below the knee; his calf and foot had been consumed by the Void-Devouring Beast.

"What should I do now?" Wang Xuan shook his head; his Primordial Spirit was partially missing, and although it could regenerate, no one knew what effects it might have.

It is said that the essence of the Primordial Spirit is the "True Spirit" nurtured by the World Origin. Perhaps when he can sense the True Spirit, the impact of his missing Primordial Spirit will completely disappear.

Lame-legged Wang Xuan looked at the big fish and shouted, "Hey, have you gathered it all yet?"

"Almost, almost, what’s the rush?"

A soft, tender female voice responded, sounding like a cute, adorable child of five or six years, trying to be endearing and playful.

Such a voice is rare indeed; no wonder this powerful Kun Roc appears frequently at Immortal Martial Mountain but rarely speaks.

Celestial Nether floated around with a Bone Mirror on its head, drifting through the space, as diamond-like crystalline fragments gradually gathered towards the Bone Mirror.

These crystal fragments scattered across a range of trillions of miles, retrieving them was not easier than finding a drop of blood cell in the sea.

Hearing Wang Xuan’s voice, Zhou Chunyuan’s mount—the Kun Roc Celestial Nether—exclaimed.

"Aren’t you supposed to be dead? You should peacefully wait for us to resurrect you. What’s with this sudden revival, scaring the fish?" Celestial Nether’s childish voice was startled.

Wang Xuan propped his head with an arm, casually transforming a mass of Primordial Qi into a rocking chair, slumping in it lazily: "I’ve truly sacrificed for righteousness this time, you guys are really bold, aren’t you afraid I’d actually die?"

"We had already prepared for your death." Celestial Nether’s words made Wang Xuan’s face turn dark.

So what’s this, you’re wishing me dead?

The childish voice quickly explained, "But we can resurrect you, do you remember the mirror on my back?

This is crafted by Sect Leader Hong Xuanji himself, slaying a Summoning System Half-Step Immortal Creature; before you left, the Sect Leader used this Bone Mirror to reflect you.

After your death, all the energy particles of the original body will be summoned back. Then, the Sect Leader will perform Great Divine Techniques to restore you, keeping your body intact.

And for your Primordial Spirit and memory, Buddhist Sect giants will intervene, communicating with the Original Will, seeking your True Spirit, allowing your memory to fully recover."

Celestial Nether spoke for half the day, but her task never stopped; only after gathering the entire crystal did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Activating this Bone Mirror exhausts me, if the Sect Leader takes action, even fragments tens of light-years away could be easily summoned back."

Wang Xuan stared at that Bone Mirror; it’s truly a treasure comparable to a divine artifact! If it’s truly this miraculous, couldn’t it ensure True Disciples never perish?

Celestial Nether grumbled, "I know what you’re thinking; this Bone Mirror is miraculous, indeed containing a lifetime of Tao Fruit from the Half-Step Immortal Creature.

But once used, like summoning your leg eaten by the Void-Devouring Beast, with the powerful beast’s obstruction, the Tao Fruit will rapidly deplete.

Use it once or twice, and it’s rendered useless.

Moreover, crafting this treasure, performing Great Divine Techniques to restore your Flesh Body, and communicating with the True Spirit to restore memory, these costs combined require even Half-Step Immortal Creatures to pawn themselves."

Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Such a high price?"

Thinking that Bone Mirror was likely created by Hong Xuanji out of remorse after his disciple—the Valkyrie—was ambushed and slain.

It’s quite possible it was intended for the young girl Yue Yiyi.

"Of course, if you truly die, the Original Will would feel the loss; nurturing a youth like you, Venerable, three parts depend on innate talent, four on destiny, and the remaining three on one’s effort.

If you die, perhaps the Original Will would use your True Spirit as a foundation, again nurturing a soul to enter the cycle of reincarnation, but what you’ll be like in the next life is truly uncertain, maybe a one-in-a-million chance to be restored to your current state."

"I want to ask, through countless reincarnations, who is who? Are they the same person?" Wang Xuan casually inquired.

"After ten thousand lifetimes, you still possess uniqueness, for each soul comes from the separation of the True Spirit; your current state is merely a part of the True Spirit.

Upon becoming a True Immortal, able to sense your own True Spirit, then the memories of your past and present can be fully comprehended.

This is what the ’True’ in True Immortal means, as True Immortals are truly themselves, able to command all their past lives.

Below True Immortal, it’s merely the projection of the True Spirit in the human realm."

These words left Wang Xuan unsure of what to say—stunned? Shocked? Perhaps three parts bewildered.

"So that’s how it is."

At that moment, he suddenly wanted to know if he was awesome in his past lives, or just a salted fish.

Now he understood why the Buddhist Sect can trace the reincarnations of certain fallen Bodhisattvas and bring them back to the Mountain Gate.

Rebirth and retraining involve remnants of souls and Primordial Spirit with memory infused into the fetus being nurtured; there’s a probability of not recovering memories, but the rebuilt body has great aptitude, coupled with original memory, making cultivation fast.

While reincarnation is a true new beginning, completely severed from past lives, recovering memories of the past requires entry into the True Immortal Domain.

Wang Xuan shook his severed leg, implying: "Since I’ve already revived myself, give me that Bone Mirror then, I want to use it to summon my severed leg."

But to summon, it needs to wait for that Void-Devouring Beast to die, only then will it surely be much easier.

Celestial Nether glared at him, childishly retorting, "You’re trying to take it for yourself, aren’t you? Stop dreaming, you can’t activate it even if you got it."

"With the resurrection cost so high, now that I’ve revived myself, don’t you think I’ve saved the sect a fortune?

These savings, plus what the sect owes me in compensation, should surely equal this Bone Mirror, right?" Wang Xuan continued to stare at the Bone Mirror.

A true treasure should be like this!

"Yue Yiyi is still alive, don’t even think about it. Moreover, crafting another mirror like this is impossible, the Summoning System Half-Step Immortal’s race is the strongest, there’s simply no material to make another." Celestial Nether rejected again, she didn’t have the authority to decide the Bone Mirror’s ownership.

Wang Xuan sighed, "Alright then."

Although he knew that the sect would certainly give him substantial compensation, he truly felt the Bone Mirror was excellent.

He couldn’t see the battle light-years away, but the aftermath of the battle reached here, occasionally glimpsing spatial cracks and temporary wormholes violently created.

Everything there essentially had nothing to do with him.

Once that Void-Devouring Beast dies, retrieving the fragments of his leg from his Primordial Spirit would resolve everything.

Extracting the severed hand sealed in the Lifebound Weapon, the severed hand held a karma line, the very hand he had once personally severed.

He was grateful, in hindsight, for keeping that hand.

He tossed the hand to the Kun Roc Celestial Nether: "Remove that karma line, and check if there are other issues."

Celestial Nether glanced at it, fiddled a bit, then returned the severed hand to Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan didn’t dilly-dally; shrinking the Creation Domain, the Fire of Life rose, the severed hand thrown into it, immediately sizzling and emitting a pleasant aroma.

To an outsider, it might seem as though an exquisite dish had emerged here.

After a full hour, Wang Xuan refined a drop of blood essence, containing the essence of his bloodline.

Then, the Creation Vitality within the Creation Domain surged into the droplet of blood, Wang Xuan commanding it with his Primordial Spirit and mastering it through the Path of Creation, nurturing his own Flesh Body.

As time passed, the embryo appeared, rapidly growing from a child to a teenager, then from a teenager to a youth, restoring Wang Xuan’s original appearance.

A twenty-four-year-old body, brimming with youthful vigor and adult stability, coupled with an impressive aura, Wang Xuan couldn’t help but admire himself.

Celestial Nether examined it, questioning: "Though this Flesh Body seems inherently powerful with a divine constitution, its tendons and bones show no signs of cultivation."

Wang Xuan nodded: "Starting anew from scratch, luckily my Primordial Spirit is intact; my cultivation level, Tao Fruit remains, past Divine Techniques persist.

Just need to refine my Flesh Body to match my cultivation level, then I’ll be back to normal."

"At your pace, less than six months would suffice; with the Creation Domain and Time Domain, perhaps only a month." Celestial Nether nodded.

No significant impact is good.

Wang Xuan didn’t refute; he certainly didn’t need a month or two. Give him a minute, and he could restore himself completely.

His earlier words were mere talk, preventing himself from appearing too monstrous.

What he’s lacking is a comprehension of heaven and earth, an understanding of the Tao, which cannot be rushed. Time acceleration won’t help; it requires heartfelt experience.

Once comprehension is achieved, he would naturally enter the True Immortal Domain.