The lotus blossomed in an instant. Amid countless interweaving lights and shadows, he felt his body grow slightly lighter, and then he arrived in an illusory space.
Chaos surrounded him. Amid the dazzling, bizarre lights, a seed appeared out of thin air, swiftly sprouting, growing leaves, and flowering.
Then, with the flower at their center, countless flowers, grasses, and trees swiftly appeared and spread as far as the eye could see.
A stream abruptly began flowing among the flowers.
Rain began falling from the sky. The rainwater landed on the ground, forming countless streams. The streams converged into rivers. Countless rivers converged, some forming lakes and others forming oceans.
Parts of the ground began rising, becoming either small hills or mountain peaks that towered into the clouds.
Parts of the ground began sinking, becoming hollows and abysses.
The sun and moon appeared, and gentle breezes arose.
Butterflies appeared, birds appeared, fish appeared, and wild beasts appeared...
Beneath the light of the sun and moon, myriad lives were nurtured. As the stars wheeled through the heavens, the natural cycle of spring's birth and autumn's death took shape.
In the end, this place became an utterly real world!
Once the world took shape, the scene slowly vanished, leaving the same lotus before his eyes.
Its petals radiated a gentle, solemn Buddhist light, then fell one by one.
When the final petal withered, Tang Yan closed his eyes.
Before long, countless blades of grass appeared around him, and countless fresh flowers grew among them.
Flowers, grasses, trees, the sun, moon, and stars, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, birds, and beasts appeared in succession, ultimately becoming a world.
Tang Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at this world.
With a gentle lift of his hand, a flower appeared out of