The former Fuxi Grotto-Heaven had now become a realm of silent chaos, without mass, without time or space, and without color-a boundless chaos of nothingness.
Within that limitless chaos, a green lotus had taken root and swayed gently. Its blossom slowly opened, holding aloft a mote of spiritual light like a primordial pearl.
It symbolized the primordial beginning, what preceded the Great Dao: the Great Dao gave birth to One.
The Chaos Green Lotus waved its roots, drawing in chaos qi as nourishment to nurture that tiny spark of spiritual consciousness.
Above the green lotus, that mote of spiritual light was flawless and complete. It resembled a candle flame, yet possessed the bearing to illuminate the universe. Radiating sacred light, it drew upon the rules of the myriad Dao to evolve the eight vistas of the Dao realm and strengthen itself.
In turn, the divine radiance it emitted nourished the green lotus, making the lotus ever more profound and forming a perfect balance.
Chaos kept no count of years. After an unknown span of time, that spark of spiritual consciousness finally gestated. Qin Tian was like an infant still in the womb, or a muddleheaded mortal, lost in confusion. At last, a spark of divine light shone, like twelve radiant lights, instantly awakening his spirituality and greatly increasing his wisdom.
The lotus leaves trembled lightly. A brilliant saber light fell, tearing open a corner of chaos and producing innate fortune origin qi. It merged with that spark of spiritual consciousness to shape a body, manifesting Qin Tian's figure once more.
However, this body was not Qin Tian's original form. It was not particularly strong, merely equivalent to a cultivator in the Bitter Sea realm.
Qin Tian closed his eyes. His sea of consciousness was pitch-black, darkness formed from his uncertainty.