Land of Creation.
Purple qi shrouded the land, its mysterious veins tracing patterns like the veins of a leaf and radiating a blue-gold light. Beneath his feet stretched a green earth.
Lin Huang appeared. He didn't hesitate for long. This was already his second time entering the place. With a mere thought, he felt his soul rise into the sky, soaring straight into the heavens. Then, from the highest reaches of the sky, an everlasting heat washed over him.
Lin Huang's mind stirred, and he realized he had become a blazing sun.
The sun rose into the sky, as if it would shine forever, scattering boundless light and heat across the heavens.
The sensation was exceedingly strange, but Lin Huang quickly calmed himself and immersed himself in it, feeling the sun's light and heat. It was an unparalleled sensation, one no mortal could ever comprehend.
The moon rose and the sun set. Lin Huang suddenly felt a biting chill and desolation—he had become a full moon.
Lin Huang pondered. As the sun and moon revolved, Yin and Yang alternated. Within the sensations of the sun and moon, Lin Huang comprehended Reincarnation.
It seemed a day had passed, yet it also seemed that billions upon billions of years had gone by.
Suddenly, the sun contracted violently and collapsed, losing its light and heat until it turned cold and desolate. Lin Huang's heart stirred, and he snapped awake. Yin and Yang alternated; the moon rose and the sun set. The sun perished, and the moon took its place. This was one cycle of Reincarnation.
A faint insight welled up in Lin Huang's heart. Before he could examine it closely, his soul stirred, and he became a tree growing on a cliff.
It was a tiny sapling, taking root in the earth, drawing