Zhang Yu gazed into the past, and the memories and awareness of his avatar entered his mind along with it. That world now appeared exceedingly complete.
Upon the largest continent within that world, the gradual evolution of all manner of living creatures unfolded fully before his eyes.
Every step in life's advancement had been utterly fitting, carrying a beauty of natural harmony and rhythm. Yet when he looked deeper into the finer details, it also gave off a startling sense of meticulous carving and polishing.
It was as if everything had been arranged beforehand, every fraction and every place exactly where it ought to be. Nothing had been forcibly stuffed into place; it had all flowed there of its own accord. To one like him, who understood the Dao, the sight was deeply pleasing.
The methods of great powers of the upper realm undoubtedly accorded with the Dao, naturally revealing here the wonders of the Dao's transformations.
There had once been a conjecture that, as the continents beneath the Turbid Tide continually swelled and expanded, the Lower Layer might originally have been part of the Upper Layer, merely receding continuously under the Turbid Tide's evolution.
But now it seemed that view was somewhat one-sided. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the Lower Layer could become the Upper Layer, cycling round and round there without end.
Since entering the world, his avatar had constantly observed this place. After the transformations of seas turning into mulberry fields, all kinds of living creatures had multiplied and spread. At first, when the world's spiritual essence gathered and flowed in all directions, there were always some creatures favored by Heaven and Earth that possessed all sorts of miraculous abilities.
Yet as spiritual essence steadily declined, these creatures gradually vanished without a trace.