"The Dao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things."
He Ao looked down at his palm, then raised his head to gaze across the boundless plain.
It felt no different from looking at his own hand.
Heaven and earth, nature, and all things were part of him.
He took one step forward, crossed the boundless land in an instant, and arrived at the edge of the sea.
A towering tree at the place where the sun rose came into view. Thousands of meters tall, it blotted out the sky like a mountain.
The fiery sun rose from the giant tree, bathing it in brilliant crimson light.
The monkey clinging to his shoulder jumped down when he stopped. It scratched its head and looked around, seemingly puzzled, then quickly disappeared into the woods.
It was as though a gust of wind had simply carried it across the vast land.
The land was already teeming with life. Animals wandered through the grass and forests.
Across the sea, birds and beasts could be faintly seen dwelling in the giant tree.
As life emerged in this world, something intangible was born along with it.
Fate.
The intertwined fates of every living thing in this world.
Using the original Martial Arts World as the "underlying world" had another effect: supernatural powers could function normally here.
Souls would automatically enter the Martial Arts World after death to begin a new cycle of reincarnation, so supernatural powers would not give rise to aberrations.
Since He Ao had not introduced Talent Sequences into this world, it had none of those strange, grotesque powers. Its supernatural development leaned more toward martial arts.
Of course, its inhabitants had only begun to explore martial arts. The strongest