Deep in the cosmos, within a fissure between planes, Wang Xuan clung to the rough stone walls of a cavern, his face tinged with pallor. In a fleeting moment, he had felt unsteady, as if about to transcend. The three orbs of light before him absorbed energy, hinting at a nascent rebirth.0

With his spiritual third eye, he scrutinized the orbs. In one, a radiant figure, a miniature version of himself, sat cross-legged, his presence as brilliant as the sun. This tiny realm within the orb seemed infinitely vast, the nascent soul within it casting light that filled every corner of its minuscule universe. This mustard seed harbored a Mount Meru; to the untrained eye, the orb appeared insignificant. Yet, within, the nascent soul shone brightly, its divine light almost breaking free from Wang Xuan's physical form to illuminate the cavern. 0

However, the new soul’s eyes remained closed, slowly severing ties with the external world as if it hadn't yet matured. Attracted to the radiant sea beyond, it attempted to draw in a breath of the radiant ripples but quickly expelled it.0

"Picky eater?" Wang Xuan mused. Indeed, this place paled in comparison to the higher spiritual realms. If a rebirth were to occur, journeying to a plane of pure spirit would be ideal.0

Shifting his focus from this...0