Under Nuwa's successive divine abilities, the qi of Chaos surged ceaselessly, forming countless vortices of all sizes. Within those vortices swirled streams of clear and turbid qi.
The clear and turbid qi circled one another like a taiji symbol. The smallest vortices were no larger than a palm, while the largest resembled stars.
Countless vortices ground against one another, churning and colliding, their thunderous roars unending. It was truly the spectacle of the Creation of Heaven and Earth.
At the sight of such an astonishing scene, every mighty cultivator of the Primordial World was shaken.
The Three Pure Ones, in particular, seemed to have been stirred by something and watched in rapt absorption.
The sole exception was Dao Xuan. He had created a world himself, to say nothing of how he had been continually evolving his own inner world.
He had gained countless insights while advancing his inner world from a lesser thousand world to a greater thousand world.
Moreover, not long ago, he had ventured deep into Chaos, found a middle thousand world, and even destroyed it.
Creating and destroying worlds was nothing unusual to Dao Xuan.
Now, as Nuwa established her cultivation sanctuary in Chaos, she too was undertaking the Creation of Heaven and Earth, bringing a world into existence.
But to Dao Xuan, she was merely opening up a lesser thousand world. There was little in it worth learning from.
Thus, for most of the time, Dao Xuan simply watched.
While that was true for Dao Xuan, it was not the case for the others. Many mighty cultivators gained a great deal from Nuwa's Creation of Heaven and Earth.
Meanwhile, Nuwa stood amid Chaos. Under her bombardment, that boundless expanse grew ever more turbulent. Countless streams of clear and turbid qi collided and exploded, their thunderous roars