"Was life itself not also a kind of Dao?"
"Was everything one experienced not also the unfathomable transformation of the Dao?"
"Gain or loss, love or hatred-were they not all the great Dao within the human heart?"
"Hum!"
As understanding dawned, above the final vortex of divine power within Li Qingyue's dantian,
Scenes and experiences manifested one after another, then transformed into an extraordinarily complex Dao pattern.
The Dao patterns opposed one another, yet also drew one another in.
They were clearly filled with death, yet held wisps of vitality.
Time clearly flowed within them, yet not the slightest change in time could be seen.
They were like the mutual generation and restraint of the five elements, the opposition of life and death, and the mutual generation of light and darkness.
Every transformation became a Dao pattern that seemed circular, yet was not.
They seemed complete, yet brimmed with a sense of incompleteness.
"These are yin-yang Dao patterns-my own Dao patterns!"
"Hum!"
With a thought from Li Qingyue, the newly born yin-yang Dao patterns instantly pierced through her dantian.
They fell into the final place where her bitter sea rippled.
In an instant, the ninth pseudo-life spring formed.
Like a bizarre yin-yang vortex, it devoured the divine power of her bitter sea and poured it into her dantian.
The divine power carrying yin-yang fluctuations instantly merged into the other pseudo-life springs.
At that moment, the nine pseudo-life springs seemed to join into a single whole.
"Rumble..."
Thunder faintly arose within her dantian.
Phantoms of stars manifested, and mountains, rivers, and blue skies formed one after another.
The powers of time and space spread.
At that moment, her entire dantian actually looked like a real world.
A complete world.
Li Qingyue even felt the fate wheel concealed beneath the endless abyss