Yuanshi's gaze passed over her and fell upon that dazzling, dreamlike starry sky. Suddenly, he understood why she had been crying.
He had watched the Prehistoric World's starry sky through countless Tribulations. Those starlights were fragments of Chaos from before it had divided, slowly condensed into form.
But every star in this sky Su Miao had created was changing slowly, irreversibly.
No longer trapped in the fixed forms Chaos had left behind, they would collide, merge, burn themselves out and collapse into nothingness, and would also breed entirely new celestial bodies anew from the dust.
This was not a Heaven and Earth frozen and unchanging after Chaos had been opened. This was a truly new universe, born from nothing.
The Laws of Heaven and Earth generated themselves here, flowing with the creator's will. Every inch of space breathed, every wisp of Spiritual Qi surged.
Like a newborn life that had just entered the world, brimming with vivid, scorching vitality—every pulse struck the heart trembling.
Standing at the center of this newborn universe, he could clearly feel beneath his fingertips the veins along which the laws were growing.
All of this was an Order born wholly in accordance with Miao Heng's wishes. It held her imaginings of the stars, her hopes for all things; even the direction in which the wind flowed carried her unique warmth.
So Heaven Opening had never merely meant splitting Chaos apart. Someone truly could lift a complete world into being with their own hands from a stretch of utter emptiness.
Yuanshi stood in silence for a long while. His heart, dormant for hundreds of millions of years, seemed to have been scalded alive by the pulse of this newborn starry sky. Looking at the figure deep within the sea of stars, still carrying traces of weariness,