Zhou Ming stood between heaven and earth. The weight that had been enough to crush all things seemed, to him now, as if it no longer existed.
It was not that he had become stronger, but that there was no longer any distinction between him and this heaven and earth.
He was the heavens. He was the earth.
With a thought from Zhou Ming—
Within the body that had already become one with heaven and earth, three specks of spiritual light slowly emerged.
An ancient, unadorned great hall radiated a heaviness that could suppress the ages.
A world containing the vitality of bygone days held stars in circulation and silent mountains and rivers.
A jade plate engraved with the runes of the Three Thousand Great Daos flowed with the most primal Dao Rhyme.
Pangu Hall, Pangu Realm, the Jade Plate of Creation.
Zhou Ming's gaze fell upon Pangu Realm.
He looked at those familiar mountain ranges within it, those familiar rivers, and at the living beings who dwelled there.
That was the final afterglow of the old Primordial Wilderness, their last homeland.
And now, it was time to give them a greater home.
"Return."
Guided by Dao Rhyme, that Pangu Realm blossomed open little by little, spilling out from the treasure bead and merging toward the newborn heaven and earth.
There was no violent collision, no rejection from the laws.
The fusion of Pangu Realm and the newborn heaven and earth was an utterly natural process.
Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, like rain falling upon fertile soil.
Silently and soundlessly, Pangu Realm merged into the land of the newborn world.
Then Zhou Ming's gaze fell upon that Jade Plate of Creation.
With a slight movement of his will, the Jade Plate of Creation turned into a streak