The pure white world was still spreading and swelling endlessly into the deeper dimensions of the void at an extraordinary rate that defied conventional geometric topology.
Zhou Heng remained still, his expression indifferent, maintaining that utterly textbook posture of the "Seated Awakened One" from beginning to end.
His hands hung loosely before his knees, his eyes half closed. Deep within them flowed a cold yet divine glimmer of compassion as he quietly looked down upon the constantly approaching pure white radiance.
Until that Pure White Heaven and Earth enveloped his entire body.
The instant it was complete, ancient starlight suddenly bloomed within the Pure White Heaven and Earth.
That starlight was ancient and boundless, as though it had traversed endless ages before finally reaching this place.
Severed worlds were inexplicably split off, one after another.
Those worlds hung within the Pure White Heaven and Earth like shattered mirrors, each fragment reflecting an independent yet complete world.
And within each of those severed worlds was a woman of the Water-Bearing Race, identical to "Wenwan," sitting, standing, or kneeling.
At times, she covered her face and wept; at others, despair showed in her eyes.
Her tears were clear droplets of water, slowly sliding down her gentle face, one by one.
Her gaze was shattered, hollow, filled with despair whose end could not be seen.
Some of them knelt on the ground with their palms pressed together, as though pleading desperately with some unseen god.
Some curled into a ball, burying their faces deep between their knees, their shoulders trembling slightly.
Others tilted their faces toward the sky, their mouths open as though screaming silently, yet those screams could never produce a single sound.
The endless facets of mortal life all seemed visible, one by one, in this gentle woman of the Water-Bearing