"Awake?"
His voice was soft, so soft that it was like he was asking a child who had just opened her eyes from an afternoon nap.
The Divine Stone did not answer. She could not speak yet, and she had not even formed a complete divine consciousness.
Yet the faint light on the surface of her stone body suddenly brightened. A pale golden halo spread from the stone core, flowing along the patterns of the Divine Lock to the surface of the stone shell.
When the halo reached three feet before Xiao Qing, it stopped.
Then it cautiously stretched forward a little.
Then a little more.
Like fingertips touching an unfamiliar thing they had never seen before.
Little Qing's fox tail stood upright.
Xiao Qing slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of extremely faint, gentle Chaos light condensed at the tip of his index finger.
That light contained all his comprehension of the Dao since the creation of the Great Chaos World, yet he had suppressed it to its gentlest state.
It was as gentle as an ancient lamp that never went out, quietly burning in endless darkness.
The Divine Stone sensed that wisp of light.
Her stone shell trembled slightly.
Then the pale golden halo suddenly detached from the surface of the stone body and flew toward Xiao Qing's fingertip.
It flew very slowly, so slowly that it hesitated midway, but in the end, it still drifted closer.
The instant the halo touched Xiao Qing's fingertip, the entire origin space beneath the World Tree fell silent for a moment.
Then an emotion so clear it was almost tangible surged into Xiao Qing's sea of consciousness.
It was joy.
Pure, simple, undisguised joy.
Like a child who had slept in darkness for far, far too long and had,