The Dao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things.
All things bore yin on their backs and embraced yang, blending their energies into harmony.
These lines from the Dao Scripture proved unexpectedly apt for the scene unfolding before them.
Apart from the number of cracks, beneath that emerald lay an underworld still taking shape, along with a death "rule" that had developed self-awareness. It was the place with the greatest concentration of yin energy—or death energy—in the entire world. Conversely, the xuanhuang wood hidden within the gem probably held the richest store of yang energy—or life force—in this world.
The two collided, and an aura suffused with Dao rhythm shot into the sky.
Jiang Yu suspected.
If she were outside the heavens right now, she would probably see the magnificent sight of a slender pillar of light piercing the entire Small World.
The emerald shattered.
Countless tiny motes of dust, glowing a faint green, scattered outward, forming a pale blue-green haze in the air. Yet rather than disperse, they gathered above the opening like a nebula, slowly revolving.
Before long.
A tender shoot emerged from the glowing haze.
Pale, slender, and long, it looked like a sprout emerging from a soaked bean. Rather than the concept of a "tree," it seemed more closely related to "grass."
The instant it touched the air, all the blue-green haze surrounding it abruptly contracted. Like a tide rushing backward, it was swallowed by that slender shoot in a single gulp.
Then it began to grow.
At first, it grew slowly. Although they could see it inching upward, its growth remained within the bounds of what they understood. It was like something that had taken an "aging potion," gaining an inch