July 7, 7:00 a.m.
It was still early morning. The scorching sun had yet to rise, making this the most comfortable time of day.
But at that moment, as those dusky yellow runes appeared, the earth, buildings, and stone monuments all began to tremble.
Those buildings older than human history hummed and shook, while those stone statues that had stood for centuries or millennia rumbled and quaked.
It was as though an earthquake had struck.
Or rather, it was an earthquake—
"—As above, so below; by this, complete the miracle of Tai Yi!"
Aymar Nur raised the ritual staff in his hand and struck the surface of the lake once more.
The Holy Lake did not splash. Instead, an even denser mass of White Mist exploded outward.
Amid the White Mist, the Good Lords chanted as they rapidly unfolded the Ouroboros Ring Ritual under the blessing and protection of the Twin Mirrors: "All things are originally Tai Yi, created from Tai Yi through division!"
They called upon the miracle of "Tai Yi."
The myth of the world restarted once more by the god of "all that exists"!
"The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, conceived by the wind and nurtured by the earth."
The "wind" that conceived all things was the White Mist shrouding them. The "earth" that nurtured all living beings was the Holy Lake itself.
Just as the sun and moon had originally been one person, the wind and earth were both Gaia—
All the water shook violently, occasionally erupting with a thunderous boom as a column of spring water suddenly splashed into the air. It was as though something had exploded deep beneath the water.
The people's cries and screams rose and fell throughout Anxi.
They had no idea what was happening, nor did