In a world on the verge of destruction, amid gray-white corpses strewn across the ground, a weed appeared!
It had two leaves and a thin, tiny body, yet it pushed through the ashes. Its golden blades swayed in the wind and drank in the light. It survived beneath the annihilating sun without a trace of scorching.
Through countless deaths and undying rebirths, it had adapted. It could now survive and reproduce beneath the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Intent!
"Immortal Sword Intent!"
"Sword Realm!"
Deep within Jiang Ding's subconscious, now akin to the Heavenly Dao, he felt the greatness of the many predecessors who had opened paths in the immortal way. Their wisdom left him profoundly awed.
Everything that seemed ordinary was a foundation stone for the realms that came after.
He silently watched the life born after the great destruction. It spread its blades in the wind and drank in sunlight, turning it into nourishment for its roots and leaves.
Jiang Ding waited patiently.
In this state akin to the Heavenly Dao, he felt neither joy nor sorrow. His heart held only the Great Dao, without a single stray personal thought. Time seemed to have become a mere measure, unable to affect anything.
What seemed like only a brief while passed.
A month went by.
At last, the golden weed gathered enough spiritual energy to put forth a new shoot. A bud swelled and stirred amid the white ash, and another golden weed appeared in the world, freely drinking in the light of Sun Annihilation. It fit this world perfectly.
The second golden weed repeated the cycle of growth and division.
Time flowed swiftly. In his Heavenly Dao-like state, it felt especially fleeting, and before he knew it, ten years had passed.
Jiang Ding looked out.
The earth was a