Creating something from nothing was an exceedingly difficult proposition, but turning something into nothing was a common sight. The two cycled back and forth; in truth, the only difference was that single point in between.
Chu Liang looked up at the sky, as though he could see black and white congealing overhead into an enormous yin-yang fish diagram. Fortunately, he had also gained some insight into the Great Dao of Yin and Yang, allowing him to perceive the changes and flow within it.
And all of this was founded upon that most basic point. When all things beneath heaven and earth were broken apart, they were composed of countless tiny particles arranged in different ways. The breaking down and blending together of those points was how things came into being and vanished.
That was the origin point of creation.
To grasp the origin point was to grasp the Great Dao of Creation.
Chu Liang gathered together every Great Dao he had mastered. Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, yin, yang... rays of light gathered before him one after another.
First, break them down. Then, create anew.
He tried to divide this spiritual energy into ever smaller portions. Yet when it became fine threads of spiritual energy, he had already encountered difficulty. Those threads could no longer be broken down, as though they had reached their limit.
At that moment, he thought of Yin-Yang Severance.
Using the supreme cutting technique he had previously comprehended, he gathered the utmost yin and utmost yang energies beneath his divine sense and began slicing apart those threads of spiritual energy bit by bit, cutting them into nearly nonexistent particles of spiritual breath.
But that was still not enough. They were still in the state of spiritual energy.
Chu Liang stared for a long while, then heated