"Hum!"
The scene in her mind trembled slightly.
Li Qingyue saw a hazy palm sweep gently past her eyes.
The next moment, a drop of Saint Blood rose from the heart of that extraordinarily heroic man.
Then came a soft chant, filled with Dao resonance and majesty.
"The Dao of heaven takes from what has surplus to replenish what is lacking."
"What if heaven itself is incomplete?"
"The primordial spirit is a person's heaven, the flesh is a person's earth, and the will is the Dao of the heaven and earth within!"
"Life and death intertwine, the five elements and yin and yang turn, cycling endlessly, moving without rest, just like this world."
"Thus, humanity and heaven share the same form. If heaven is incomplete, one should be able to mend it with one's own body."
"This is the Heaven-Mending Technique."
"Alas, who in this world can truly mend this heaven?"
The voice, rich with Dao resonance, rang out softly, carrying a sigh no one could detect.
Amid that voice, Li Qingyue saw the drop of Sacred Body blood land upon a five-colored pebble.
Stone served as clay, Saint Blood as water.
Endless Dao patterns manifested in an instant, resembling human meridians as they silently imprinted themselves upon the Saint Blood and the five-colored stone.
"Hum!"
An aura of life blossomed.
Within moments, the five-colored pebble, mixed with Saint Blood and Dao patterns, took shape.
It became a human figure.
Its aura was almost identical to that of the extraordinarily heroic man.
Yet it had no true fluctuations of life. It was like a puppet, but astonishingly lifelike.
"Take it!"
The gentle female voice spoke, filled with Dao resonance and invisible majesty, yet tinged with a sigh.
The Heaven-Mending Technique had been created to mend heaven, but heaven could not