From dawn onward.
The mountain's roots plunged deep into the bottom of chaos, yet they began to grow upward on their own, no longer relying on earth veins, but on themselves.
The sea's breathing and exhaling stirred nebulae and lightning, transforming them into tidal waves of immortal qi.
Even a single grain of dust began to nurture the patterns of the Great Dao, as if it had formed its own Dao markings. One could say that even a grain of dust placed outside would count as a Heavenly Material or Earthly Treasure.
Someone looked up and saw that the vault of heaven was no longer a riot of colors.
Layer upon layer of "living light" overlapped there, like the consciousness of life drifting about, slowly spreading across the vast heavenly curtain.
The stars swayed faintly within that light. They no longer followed their old trajectories, but sensed and called to one another, as if reorganizing the rules of Heaven and Earth.
"Heavens, has it begun cultivating?"
At that moment, hundreds of millions of Eternal Beings felt an unprecedented illusion.
It was not an illusion, but reality.
The entirety of Heaven and Earth was truly "cultivating."
An Immortal Clan ancestor sat cross-legged atop Myriad Mountains and saw the flowing veins of the mountains and rivers begin to pulse at the rhythm of "cultivation breathing."
He extended a finger to touch the pulsing mountain wind, only to discover that the wind also extended a "finger" in response.
What flowed through the wind was not immortal power, but a gentle, lively aura.
It was not the power of cultivators, but Heaven and Earth's autonomous response to them.
The myriad races of Eternal Antiquity—those once grass and trees, those once stone and iron, those once feathered fliers and walking beasts—all felt the echo of