Consciousness ebbs away from the clamor of reality like the receding tide.
Fang Cheng's soul transforms once again into that resplendent Great Sun, hanging high above the sky of the Inner World.
From the high vantage, the island below no longer appears as barren as it once was at its birth.
After more than a week of nourishment, though the lingering spiritual rain has ceased, the vitality it left behind grows ever thicker.
The once sparse grass now blankets the plains like a green carpet.
The pine saplings on the hillside have sprouted new branches, swaying gently in the breeze.
The winding river has become wider, its clear water reflecting shimmering light under the sun.
Like a flowing silver band, it embraces the entire island within.
Fang Cheng's gaze sweeps over, then he slowly descends from the sky, transforming into a human form, and strolls across the grand plaza at the island's center.
The black tiles underfoot are as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his figure.
