At almost the same moment,
"Hummm~"
Another transformation occurred in the Origin Cauldron.
Its body suddenly shuddered violently. All the ancient patterns engraved upon it roared toward the heavens in unison, as though newly born.
"Clang... clang... clang!"
Amid the tolling of bells and the ringing of the cauldron, the scene before him abruptly changed-this was a boundless wasteland.
Every tree withered, and fertile soil crumbled. Wherever he looked, withered yellow swept across heaven and earth, like dust, like ashes, spreading and settling until it filled his entire field of vision.
Lin Changheng strained his eyes to their utmost before he could make out an immense, withered tree of unknown species, rooted in that deathly silence.
Its trunk and branches resembled rusted ancient iron, every inch of bark covered in cracks. Gnarled boughs reached into the void, yet bore not a single leaf. Deep within its heart, a faint trace of green flickered like a dying candle in the wind.
Yet Lin Changheng had an inexplicable feeling that the deep shadows within the tree's hollows were eyes, one after another, staring at him.
Suddenly, the immense tree swayed gently, and its countless withered branches rang out together!
The withered yellow filling the sky abruptly receded. That trace of green erupted, becoming hundreds of millions of emerald streams of light that poured toward him like spring rain nourishing the fields!
Lin Changheng did not dodge, allowing it to act upon him. In the next instant, the vigorous vitality filling the sky enveloped him.
"Hiss... so this is [glorious life]!"
"More precisely, it should be the cycle between 'withering silence' and 'glorious life'! So-called 'glorious life' is the flourishing of plants, but even more, it is an act of wresting fortune from creation, seeking life in the face of death. True 'flourishing'