Flowing wind swept through the deep forest. He Ao opened his eyes from the illusion, glanced at the woods around him, then at the blazing sun overhead.
He reached out and touched his fingertip against the void, feeling the breeze flowing around him.
At this moment, the world itself seemed to pulse because of his actions. The bright sunlight seemed to shimmer faintly, as if "blessing" He Ao.
He Ao could clearly feel that his connection to the Martial Arts World had far surpassed what it had been before.
This was completely different from when he had controlled the Martial Arts World previously. If controlling the Martial Arts World before had been like pinching a string and lifting a marionette, then his current connection to the Martial Arts World was more like thrusting his hand into a puppet sleeve and manipulating a hand puppet. There was still a barrier, but his connection to the world had become much tighter.
The two were also drawing closer to fusion.
He Ao raised his hand and lightly gripped the void.
Faint white radiance gathered into his hand from every direction.
He watched that radiance as beams of light were born within it.
This was the law of life—the law of life he had "repaired," or rather, "reconstructed."
The radiance gathered in his hand pulsed gently, like the heart of a tiny life beginning to beat for the first time.
Immediately after, the pulsing radiance began spreading in every direction, weaving pure white threads of light above He Ao's palm.
Like threads weaving a cloth doll, they wove the shape of a bird.
The bird had full wings and was poised with them spread, its head lifted toward the sky, as if gazing at something above.
And as the bird's shape stabilized, the white