Time flowed on; the sun, moon, and stars shifted quietly in an endless cycle of day and night.
Another ten thousand years passed in the Primordial World.
Feng Xuan sat above Daluo Tian, meditating upon the Jade Disc of Creation. For a time, boundless Dao rhythms flowed like a babbling brook, and the innate spiritual Qi billowed and drifted, shrouding the entire world like a soft, translucent veil. The phantoms of the three thousand worlds rose and fell, dreamlike and illusory. Feng Xuan used his own body as a vessel to bear the endless Great Dao.
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