Within the void.
Taichu watched the faint spark rekindle and let out a small breath of relief.
And yet.
The spark had not gone out, but that was all.
He had already cut away half his own Origin Source and given it to the other, yet this wisp of consciousness belonging to the "Sun" still showed no sign of awakening.
Taichu waited a long time, perhaps an epoch, perhaps ten.
Only much later did he understand.
The problem lay with him, or rather, with the body they shared.
The Black Hole.
The "Black Hole's" instincts were rejecting the awakening of "light."
As long as they coexisted in this form, that rejection would never stop.
He would never truly awaken.
Taichu sank into prolonged contemplation.
It was then that he noticed the black vapor quietly spreading.
"Filth."
Taichu did not even spare these things a proper glance. With a mere thought, all the Filth in the world dissolved into nothingness.
But soon, that black vapor began spreading throughout the world again.
Taichu brushed it away once more.
This repeated over and over. The black vapor perished and arose again, never eradicated.
Taichu gazed at the black vapor and soon discerned the reason for its birth.
He did not remain silent for long before choosing to leave it alone.
He could simply clear it away in passing every so often. It hardly counted as trouble.
What truly troubled him now was how to awaken him.
Taichu turned his gaze toward the great worlds gradually taking shape within their bodies.
He saw that those worlds had given birth to an existence later known as the "Heavenly Dao."
Nurtured by the Heavenly Dao, all manner of fragile living beings began to multiply.
Some special beings among them learned to draw upon the energy between