Each Has Their Own Duty

Jumang raised his head to the sky. His long hair transformed into countless emerald vines that shot toward the heavens, while profound Dao patterns emerged across his blue face. The pair of Azure Dragons beneath his feet roared without cease, their cries carrying boundless spring.

Spring began to take shape between heaven and earth.

The eastern heavens were the first to brighten faintly. A layer of gentle jade light surged up from the depths of the earth, melting ice and snow wherever it passed.

The land at the foot of Mount Buzhou, brushed by Pangu Will, was the first to respond. A pale yellow shoot suddenly emerged from the roots of withered grass, trembling as it broke through the soil.

Then came a second, and a third. In an instant, swathes of fresh green spread out, creeping along the mountain foothills and flowing toward the distant Primordial Land.

Countless azure threads of light evolved from the Wood Great Dao around Jumang and drifted down. Wherever a thread landed, vegetation grew wildly. Withered trees sprouted new branches, and bare limbs were covered with tender leaves and flower buds in the blink of an eye.

The buds bloomed at once, flowers spreading like brocade. Red, orange, yellow, and green dotted the mountains and wilderness. Pollen scattered on the wind, glimmering like a thin mist.

Beasts that had lain dormant crawled out of their dens and looked around in confusion. Birds that had endured the winter spread their wings, landing on blossom-covered branches and chirping.

For the first time, the vast land, where all things had remained ignorant for countless Epochs, carried the meaning of "awakening."

Jumang used his own Dao to connect with heaven and earth, circulating the Wood Great Dao and Spring Dao of heaven and earth. His aura merged with