In less than half a day, Xuandu and Lu Yi arrived near Fuxi's residence.
By the Luo River, Fuxi sat cross-legged, surrounded by the power of laws. He had entered a deep state of Dao comprehension and was utterly unaware of the activity around him.
The two did not dare disturb him and quietly waited to the side. Yet their wait lasted for more than a year. Spring passed into autumn, the Luo River rose and fell, but Fuxi remained utterly motionless, with no sign of waking.
Just as the two were growing anxious, the Luo River suddenly churned, and a dragon turtle slowly surfaced—its dragon head held high, its shell covered in innate runes.
As if struck by the same thought, Xuandu immediately took out the River Diagram and Luo Book and gently placed them atop the turtle's shell.
The dragon turtle seemed to understand. Seeing a great cultivator comprehending the Dao, it remained motionless in the water. The River Diagram and Luo Book upon its shell slowly emitted a gentle glow, quietly merging into the power of laws surrounding Fuxi.
Fuxi's brow twitched slightly. His tightly shut eyes slowly opened to a slit, reflecting the runes of the River Diagram and Luo Book and the dragon turtle's innate patterns. His thoughts instantly cleared.
At that very moment, the power of laws circling Fuxi abruptly stalled, then surged back like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all of it pouring into his brow.
His eyes opened fully. Countless innate runes flickered into being and perished within them, evolving the cycle of Heaven and Earth.
"So that was it... Heaven and Earth take their positions, mountain and marsh exchange their qi, thunder and wind press against each other, water and fire do not clash... The trigrams interlock; knowing the