Seeing the enormous sphere before him, Ye Ting immediately understood its true nature.
It was the core of this world, and also an embryo still in the process of gestation.
Its surface was covered in faces representing all kinds of human emotions—sorrow, mockery, joy, madness. They appeared and vanished from time to time, making the surface of the orb seem strangely eerie.
"Neither good nor evil, save for being fickle. That is humanity."
At the core of the sphere was a huge oval object like a cocoon, composed entirely of silver threads of light. Like a living heart, it swelled and contracted in a steady rhythm. Outside the cocoon, countless dense silver threads extended outward, like silkworm silk and blood vessels alike, drawing upon the power of the entire world.
With every pulse of the embryo, a tide of energy swept through the entire world.
Watching the embryo's powerful, intermittent pulsations, Ye Ting knew that the thing within was about to be born.
The being about to be born was the one Ye Ting had longed for day and night—the collective unconscious of humanity, Alaya.
Having found his target, Ye Ting remained there and waited for the birth of this new life.
Thus, amid those swelling and contracting pulses, who knew how much time passed...
Crack—
A crisp cracking sound suddenly came from the cocoon at the center of the mass of willpower.
Like the firing of a signal flare, that faint sound was followed by an unbroken series of crisp cracks coming from the surface of the sphere. At the same time, long, narrow fissures began to appear across its surface and spread throughout the entire orb.
"It seems Alaya is about to be born. Then I need to prepare as well."
With that thought, Ye Ting reached forward