The Primordial Origin Point, like an egg.
The egg explodes, matter gushes forth.
Chaos is newly opened, rules manifest.
The sun, moon, and stars, each follows its order.
Multitudes of living beings, evolve civilizations.
It may have been but a moment, or perhaps an eternity—through the Void Stele, Lu Chenzhou watched the creation of the universe and the evolution of all things unfold in full. His understanding of the World Dao gradually deepened, some theories confirmed, and in his mind, the Martial Arts Tree soared madly skyward.
Four hundred thousand zhang.
Five hundred thousand zhang.
Six hundred thousand zhang.
Each leap was ten thousand.
Only when it reached eight hundred thousand zhang did it finally halt.
The scene of creation shattered.
Lu Chenzhou awoke as if from a dream.
Ka-cha————
The Dao Stele fractured, turning to dust.
Lu Chenzhou's eyes shone as brilliantly as the stars.
