Gathering his mental facilities, Yan Zaizen meditated silently amidst the silence of chaotic space. Floating in a cross-legged position, he calmed his breathing and allowed his mind to roam freely in thought.


    The basis ofprehending aw had to do with two things, connections and concept. Firstly, connecting to the heavens, no matter how loosely. As a Non-Entity, his mind was untainted and unrestricted by heavenly limitations or weight, so this was as easy as a thought.


    It was this degree, this phenomenal degree of connectivity that his understanding of the heavens were the highest and, despite his unwillingness, he would often undergo enlightenment.


    Secondly, concept. This was vital and many fail inprehendingws because of this. The concept must be inline with the predefined conceptual limitations of aw. This was heavenly limitation as well, with the Non Universe not being subjected to this.


    Every concept Yan Zaizen had ever devised under heavenlyw was previously mapped out and created. With his connection to the heavens, his mind being unrestrained by arbitrary limitations, he could easily gleam upon a pre-established path.


    However, there are paths, ultimate paths, that include a multitude of concepts into a singr whole. The Imperial Law of Spacetime and Rebirth were excellent examples of this. They incorporated quite a lot of concepts, merged as a perfect whole. However, even thesews had concepts divided.


    "Realm of Chaotic Space." Yan Zaizen recalled his experience in connecting andprehending this imperial conceptualw. He had merged the essence of Space - Spatial Form of Infinite Stability - and Time - Temporal Wind of Eternal Change - to produce it.


    Now, he had to do the same for the Law of Samsara.


    "Huuuu! Haaaa..." He inhaled deeply and exhaled softly, his hands held in front of his chest.


    "Unyielding me of Life embodies life’s evesting persistence and tenacity, burning all to strive for all. In the face of death, at its near end, it’s will ignites all death!" As he pondered the profundity of the Unyielding me of Life, he recalled his first encounter with thisw.


    It was his firstw he had everprehended. It was in Han Genji’s mountain base that had hundreds of doors. At the time, he was lost, confused, and helpless about the events beforehand.


    It was alsoughable in hindsight.


    He couldn’t remove any materials from the Meteor Ring, leaving him vexed and wishing to cry, but with no one to cry to. At the time, he saw an inky, ck piece of wood and atop this wood was a small, pale white me.


    It was the regalia of Life and Death, the odd two Regalia into one, but in a state of perfect bnce. Two extremes existing together in a simr way as Yin and Yang.


    He couldn’t help but feel nostalgia. The time at Han Genji’s ce had been a defining moment in his life. It was here that heprehended his firstw, started his path as a Herculean, and the start of his journey home.


    "Life is truly full of mysteries," Musing slightly, he redirected his thoughts towards thews. A bright, white me emerged between his palms. It lingered there quietly, existing peacefully with all things.


    "Siphoning Shadow of Death embodies death’s evesting persistence and tenacity, much akin to life, absorbing all into its embrace, strengthening itself so that it can assimte all. It has no end, has no beginning, but it’s will is unrelenting in its pursuit and ambition!’ Yan Zaizen felt the profoundness of death and how it was quite simr to life, but wholefully different.


    It was like the difference between selfless and selfish, protective and destructive, serene and chaotic, satisfied and ambitious! While one acts as a guardian, the other acts as a monster.


    "Yet...why do I feel that...the roles can be perfectly swapped and still remain consistent?" If life can be considered serene, it can also be considered chaotic, as it is never known for its consistency. If death can be considered a chaotic, then it can also be considered serene, as it death is death, and you can never be more dead than dead.


    If life can be considered selfless, then wouldn’t always wanting to exist regardless of what it consumes be selfish?


    Yan Zaizen felt his thinking was a little too broad, but it was likely closer to the truth than anything else.


    An orb of inky, ck appeared next to the bright, white me. The orb seemed to be thrummed with an intense desire to siphon all creation, bringing all things into death, while the me seemed intent on allowing life to live peacefully!


    They seemed to interact with each other, slowly increasing and reducing in size. It was like the scene disyed by the inky, ck wood.


    "Orb of Ever-Shifting Soul!" Yan Zaizen recalled this soul. It was, originally, his belief in changing Pinaka to a conventional soul. Unfortunately, the True Spirit Path was ouwed by the heavens, so soulws had no affect on her.


    This conceptualw was quite particr. It denoted the concept of shifting one soul form into another, such as transforming a conventional soul into a Phantasm.


    His first contact with thisw was the first-floor of the Asura Phantom Realm, where a beam attempted to morph his soul into a mindless phantom. This phantom would kill until it transformed into a Phantasm.


    An orb of sky-blue appeared below his avatars of life and death. They established a perfect triangle, but the soul wasn’t intimately connected like life and death, but it was close.


    Yan Zaizen’s eyes brightened, using his all to bring to three together in unison at the middle of the triangle! Rumbling sounds echoed as they became closer, a profound heavenly force started to fluctuate.


    When Yan Zaizen had firstly fused twows, a rippling force emanated that would’ve severely injured him, but now, there was none of that. As his mind heightened, so did his control.


    The three concepts merged slowly. The force that rippled seemed to contain the essence of soul life, soul death, and soul stability. It seemed to lean towards the soul, unlike the Imperial Law of Rebirth.


    He blinked.


    He entered the heavenly domain. At this point, Yan Zaizen had been on all three levels of the heavenly domain over three hundred times, meaning that, just by living, he hadprehended more than a three hundredws! Therefore, at this point, entering the heavenly domain was almost as easy as entering chaotic space.


    As he appeared within this dark area that seemed to emanate the core of the heavens, he felt a familiar feeling. "The concept most attuned to myprehensions," as he carelessly said this, he stepped towards the direction of that feeling. Like lightning, he zoomed through the heavenly domain. It was as if the domain itself was shuttling his body to that feeling.


    As he arrived, he saw a spherical object. It was nearly transparent, its outer shell being a light-grey color. In truth, it wasn’t light grey, but more so dark-white. It was such an odd color that perhaps saying it was the lightest shade of grey imaginable would be urate.


    Within the sphere was an image of a. It was as if this contained all life and death in a perfect cycle. "Establishing your own cycle by merging physicality and spirituality. It’s not so different than creating your own sub-realm, with your ownws of time, space, and location." As he pondered this, he reached out towards this sphere.


    The moment his hand touched it, for the first time, he saw a scene sh before his eyes. This scene was of a world, a world he had never seen before, but within this world was a lone gear that turned clockwise eternally. He had a faint feeling that as long as this gear turned, so did all the souls in the world.


    However, in this world, thews of the soul was trembling, as if it was attempting to escape. On the top of this gear was a small figure dressed in white, holding a ck item that seemed like a de and a staff. This figure turned around but the face was hazy.


    "Hell?" As he tried to glimpse more at the scene, his consciousness was pushed out of the heavenly domain.


    As he returned to his mind, he felt information pertaining to the Imperial Law of Samsara emerge in his mind. "Cycle of Hell?" His first instincts told him this was correct, but another name suddenly materialized within his thoughts, "Samsara..." Yan Zaizen was startled.


    The name of the concept was just ’Samsara?!’