Ancient history was boundless, its fragments of time countless. As Di Yi set out on his return journey, he seemed to have stolen certain substances from across the ages. Each was crystalline, and like the stars filling the heavens, all sank into and beneath his skin, filling what was missing.
With every step he took, dense vitality could be seen welling forth, shrouding the regions he passed through. There was so much that it almost liquefied before pouring down like an ocean, absorbed by his newly regenerated body.
He renewed his body once more!
Clearly, Di Yi had obtained quite a few useful things from The Heavens. Now, he could rebuild his body without relying on the Rotten Wooden Box.
Moreover, after the Baptism of that rain of light from The Heavens, his Sea of Potential had become much clearer. The once-barren environment now brimmed with vigor: many mountains were forming, many rivers were gathering, and many star charts were taking their places.
"The Heavens stood opposed to the ominous. Were they already as irreconcilable as fire and water in that distant past..." Di Yi walked upon the River of Time, drawing nearer from afar, becoming whole from his incomplete state.
What did it mean for myth to become reality?
To outsiders, perhaps he was its finest embodiment. He stood proudly above the boundless mortal world, walking between past and present. That untrammeled grace, that solitary transcendence from the world, shook people and left an unforgettable impression.
"The Emperor... has he turned back?"
Through fragments of time and re-created scenes of the past, the Kings had been unable to truly feel that age-surpassing bearing and peerless edge. But when his gaze turned from the past toward the present, they gained a concrete understanding.
What kind of presence was that?
Merely