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Chapter 581, Passivity and Activeness

In the midst of a dark void, the law of survival is cruel and singular—weakness is the original sin.

Tiny islands are destined to crumble and disintegrate in the vortex of storms; only by devouring others and plundering resources can they gain a moment's respite.

Thus, Black Island expanded through plunder and fortified itself layer by layer out of fear, believing itself to be moving step by step toward stability.

However, this is not the path to survival, but rather the abyss of reincarnation.

Every time a storm hits, no matter how large the island becomes, it will inevitably be torn apart and severely damaged.

After a devastating blow, all that remains is repair; after repair, plunder once more.

Grow, then be destroyed, then grow again.

The cycle repeated itself until Black Island completely lost its way amidst endless fear and devouring, transforming itself into the very thing it once feared most—a mutation that became a new round of… vortex storm.

This is the cycle of reincarnation beneath the gloomy void!

In this cycle of reincarnation, both Black Island and Nascent Soul are prisoners, caught up in the crisis of survival and driven by the fear of death.

Black Island never truly took root in the void; it was always a rootless duckweed. The Nascent Soul never truly grew stronger; it merely wore a heavy armor forged from fear, but was actually incredibly fragile inside.

Both appeared to be struggling to expand their territory and grow stronger, but in reality, they were completely powerless and always in a passive position—storms destroyed islands, they hastily repaired them; after repairs were completed, they went out to plunder; as their territories expanded, they waited for the next storm.

From beginning to end, not a single step was a choice made voluntarily, and he never truly controlled his own destiny!

But now, at this moment—

You have a choice now!

However, when there is no other choice, one can simply bury oneself in hard work, driven by the desire to live and the fear of death.

Now that we have a choice, when two different paths are laid out before us, we must begin to actively weigh the pros and cons.

White light can dispel darkness and bring warmth, but it cannot ward off storms.

Is it a choice to build, accumulate white light, abandon the construction of island barriers, and face the danger of being severely damaged by storm vortexes?

Or will they choose to plunder and continue building planetary island barriers to ensure their survival?

In taking initiative, you discover yourself.

Repair work on the planetary islands continues.

Upon entering the dark void, Hua Changxi remained an observer. She maintained her rationality and understood that "construction" was the only way to escape the cycle of reincarnation.

However, the Nascent Soul cultivators caught in the middle lacked this rationality. Their choice to build was driven by a longing for the warmth brought by the white light. One after another.

Circle after circle.

Hua Changxi and Yuan Ying repaired the planetary islands surrounding Black Island one by one.

As the repairs continued, clusters of white light flew out from the Nascent Soul's chest, rising upwards like fireflies and slowly merging into the void above the Black Island.

The light gradually filled the room.

The deathly silence and chill that had long shrouded this place gradually loosened and dissipated under the light.

The framework of the four planetary rings of Black Island remains unchanged, but because the interior of each planetary island has been completely repaired, the originally loose defensive ring has become more stable than ever before.

Just then—

"Om~"

The chilling roar of the storm once again shattered the silence of the void.

The storm passed by, leaving behind turbulent air currents.

When everything returned to silence, Hua Changxi and Yuan Ying stared at the island before them, speechless for a long time.

This time, the overall framework of the four-layer roundabout did not collapse.

Those planets and islands that they had repaired with their own hands, though scarred and cracked, never shattered into pieces and became nourishment for the storms as they had before.

So it turns out... beneath this void lies more than just shattering and devouring.

It turns out that the path to power and stability is not limited to warfare and conquest. (End of Chapter)