Following Han Zhongli's instructions, Ling Qing flew outward, retreating far away. Just as he felt the distance was sufficient and turned to look back, he saw the Chaos Mystic Embryo, pulsing to its utmost limit, explode with a thunderous boom. Boundless chaos primal qi surged outward.
The Chaos Mystic Embryo, originally hundreds of thousands of miles across, suddenly expanded a thousandfold, ten thousandfold.
In the blink of an eye, the immense impact drove him still farther back.
Watching the endlessly roiling chaos primal qi, Ling Qing immediately realized that he had still been too conservative.
This little distance was nowhere near enough to unfold a world.
Glancing at the desolate beasts, the Eight Immortals, and the others who were continually charging inward against the tidal surge of primal qi, Ling Qing once more used the impact behind him to flee farther away.
Fortunately, he had already put enough distance between himself and the rest. For the moment, the chaos primal qi behind him could not catch up to him.
Seeing that his life was temporarily out of danger, Ling Qing raised the Immortal-Slaying Spirit Pearl above his head and continuously gathered the tribulation qi streaming from behind him.
Creating heaven and earth was a tribulation. When the Chaos Mystic Embryo shattered and sought to give rise to a world, the tribulation of creation had already begun.
Like ten months of pregnancy and a single day of birth, it was both the world's rebirth and the world's calamity.
If it passed through, it would be like an infant being born, becoming a world.
If it could not pass through, it would be stillborn—the embryo a dead embryo, the world a land of death.
Such was tribulation.
A world had a beginning and an end, life and extinction.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation