Deep within Yue Xin's dantian, the once-chaotic vortex of immortal qi began to stabilize. The roaring currents of energy slowly coalesced, spiraling inward toward a single, incandescent point. That point pulsed with unfathomable density and radiance, as if it contained the first spark of existence itself. It was not merely energy—it was the seed of creation, the embryonic heart of the Primordial Creation Physique.
An aura surged from it, vast and ancient, as if this tiny point could give birth to stars, forge worlds, or rewrite the laws of reality. It was both stillness and motion, chaos and order—a paradox made manifest.
Then came the final step.
Her consciousness reached toward the seed—not by force, but through surrender. She let go of herself, let go of Yue Xin the cultivator, the mortal, the woman, and allowed her awareness to dissolve into the radiance blooming within.
