Since dawn.
The mountain's roots had burrowed deep into the bottom of Chaos, yet they began to grow upward on their own, no longer relying on earth veins for growth, but on themselves.
The sea's inhalations and exhalations swept up nebulae and thunder, transforming them into tides of immortal energy.
Even a single grain of dust began to nurture the patterns of the Great Dao, as though it had formed its own Dao Patterns. One could say that even a grain of dust placed outside would count as a heavenly treasure.
Someone looked up and saw that the Skyvault was no longer a riot of colors.
Layer upon layer of "living light" overlapped there, like the consciousness of life drifting about, slowly spreading across the vast heavenly canopy.
The stars gently swayed within that light. They no longer followed their old trajectories, but sensed and called to one another, as if they were reorganizing Tiandi's rules.
"Heavens, has it begun cultivating already?"
At that moment, billions upon billions of Eternal Ancient lifeforms felt an unprecedented illusion.
It was not an illusion, but reality.
The entire Tiandi was truly "cultivating."
An Immortal Race ancestor sat cross-legged atop ten thousand mountains and saw the flowing veins of the mountains and rivers begin to pulse at the rhythm of "immortal cultivation's breathing."
He extended a finger to touch the pulsing mountain breeze, only to discover that the wind also extended a "finger" in response.
What flowed through the wind was not immortal power, but a gentle, lively aura.
That was not the power of cultivators, but Tiandi's own response to them.
The myriad races of Eternal Ancient, those that had once been grass and trees, stone and iron, feathered fliers and walking beasts, all felt the echo of existence at this moment.
Rumble...