The Heavenly Dao responded; all four quarters stirred.
What Kong Xuan had done was truly akin to world creation—evolving, from the undivided chaos, a realm of limpid vitality, alive with surging life.
The light in his heart suddenly shone through, and his shackles came undone.
It was as though an eggshell had abruptly cracked, letting in a thread of clear light.
At once, he sensed an unprecedented lightness in his Primordial Spirit. Clusters of clear qi wreathed him, while wisps of colored mist curled around his body. Five-colored auspicious radiance descended from the heavens, like brocade and silk, naturally draping over his shoulders as though it were a splendid celestial gift.
That immeasurable River of Destiny suddenly surged and churned, its spray flying high.
A dragon's roar tore through the pure lands of the ten directions and resounded across immeasurable worlds.
At the center of the river, a five-clawed divine dragon coiled and swam. Its scales reflected the sun, its eyes burned like torches, shining brightly. Its whiskers were like a whip, lashing the void apart with sharp crackling reports.
Where the waves rose, lotus blossoms bloomed one after another, every petal distinct, pure and untainted.
A thousand-leaf lotus field spread out over several mu, slowly rising as it drifted free and unrestrained. Nowhere in the world was there such a limpid, lucid scene.
A pair of Dragon Claws steadily held aloft a Profound Yellow fruit. Its color was deep and rich, its halo flowing continuously. The voice of the Great Dao naturally spilled from within the fruit, its dharma sounds curling through the air and filling the universe.
The dragon's body wound and twisted; its claws stretched forth, its head swayed slightly, and its dragon tail gently stirred. Like oars cutting through water, it leisurely played among the waves