Zhou Ming stood between heaven and earth, and that weight, enough to crush all things, now seemed not to exist for him at all.
It was not that he had grown stronger, but that there was no longer any distinction between him and this heaven and earth.
He was heaven. He was earth.
With a thought from Zhou Ming.
Within his body, which had already merged with heaven and earth, three points of spiritual light slowly surfaced.
An ancient, unadorned great hall radiated a heaviness that could suppress all ages.
A world containing the vitality of former days held turning stars and silent mountains and rivers.
A jade disc engraved with runes of the Three Thousand Great Daos flowed with the most fundamental Dao Rhythm.
Pangu Hall, Pangu Realm, Jade Disc of Creation.
Zhou Ming's gaze fell upon the 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 last afterglow of the old Primordial Wilderness, their final homeland.
And now, it was time to give them a greater home.
"Return."
That Pangu Realm, guided by Dao Rhythm, bloomed open bit by bit, spilling out from the jewel and merging toward the newborn heaven and earth.
There was no violent collision, no rejection by the laws.
The fusion of the Pangu Realm and the newborn heaven and earth was an exceedingly natural process.
Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, like rain falling onto fertile soil.
Silently and soundlessly, the Pangu Realm merged into the earth of the newborn world.
Then Zhou Ming's gaze fell upon the Jade Disc of Creation.
His will stirred slightly, and the Jade Disc of Creation became a streak of flowing light, flying straight into Pangu Hall, which hovered