Huang Ruo was an art student's paint box, except the colors had not been mixed in the right proportions. They were all jumbled together, each bleeding into the others.
Zhuanxu could not help furrowing his brows at the scene before him.
It was even trickier than he had imagined.
These "paints" were nothing other than "time" and "space."
This "time" and "space" had become tangled together in a knot that was difficult to unravel.
Within that tangle, the auras of countless manifestations of "nature" began undergoing strange changes. Those changes made the situation here even more bizarre. Not even Zhuanxu, nor the Wilds and the mountains, famed for their abundance of manifestations of nature, could have possessed so many.
It looked more like manifestations of "nature" were awakening.
And gathering within the same span of time.
These strange distortions of time and space had all been caused by "nature."
Manifestations of "nature" did not need to gather together like humans and eventually form tribes.
They rarely devoured one another. Zhuanxu had never seen it happen.
When it came to things he had never seen,
Zhuanxu would not make absolute claims. In other words, there might well have been some unknown reason why these manifestations of "nature" had gathered here.
Zhuanxu thought of what he had "seen," as well as the information he had uncovered.
He began searching for something within the chaos.
If his guess was correct,
The Primordial Eight Trigrams.
That was what he was looking for. According to his research and explorations, in earlier ages, there had indeed been Great Sages who chose to seal away manifestations of "nature" and banish them into the past to combat them.
If that was the case, it all made sense. What lay before him was the result of the measures those