There was an ancient book that said "lotus blossoms at every step". Today, Luo Jiujiang strolled leisurely through the garden. Although lotus flowers did not bloom under his feet, every time he stepped on the ground, a large area of vitality that was visible to the naked eye spread in all directions.
Logically speaking, as the source of spiritual energy input and the supplier of thousands of mountains, Luo Jiujiang should feel tired even if he is not exhausted at this time.
But Luo Jiujiang did not have such feeling at all. He only felt that the source of Tao in the sky and the countless seeds underground were connected in the dark, with the energy pulling them together, and he himself stood in the center of heaven and earth, as the core of the entire world.
As countless flower seeds gradually became more vibrant, the power of control over the chaos that had been competing with him for this land became weaker, and the source of Tao that he had held up to the sky became brighter and hotter.
If he were willing to retract the source of Tao into his Dantian now, he would be able to keenly sense that his source of Tao had become a little stronger.
At this moment, the long tug-of-war between Luo Jiujiang and Chaos is still going on, but Luo Jiujiang's flute music sounds confident, as if he has already secured victory.
In the core of chaos, in this small world he had created, first the sun appeared, then mountains appeared, and now there was green all over the mountains. For these new sprouts to grow, they needed more vitality and power.
After all, aura is just "qi", and it is still too weak.
Luo Jiujiang's flute sound quickly changed from ups and downs to leisurely and long.
It’s not enough, still not enough. As the core of the transit, Luo Jiujiang’s strength alone is still too weak.
As the chaos was eroded, the source of Tao in the sky became increasingly powerful, while the plants and trees on the ground remained stagnant. With only Luo Jiujiang as the coordinator between heaven and earth, it was inevitable that he would be unable to do what he wanted.
So, what should he use to directly connect heaven and earth?
Luo Jiujiang raised his eyes and looked directly at the light of Daoyuan.
He thought of it.
At the beginning of Qidao, Luo Jiujiang reluctantly performed a simple apprenticeship ceremony to Zhenshuangliu, and Zhenshuangliu once guided his speed.
That day, his master made it rain in the garden just for him.
This spiritual technique, the Pillow Frost Flow, was later taught to Luo Jiujiang, primarily to hone his control. It wasn't an offensive spell, and it could probably only create momentum, intimidate mortals, and flaunt one's superior realm. But at this moment, this rainmaking technique became a wonderful medium between heaven and earth.
Luo Jiujiang's flute music, stimulating the growth of plants, continued, leaving him unable to use his hands to perform the hand seals. Of course, he could manipulate the airflow to block the air holes instead of using his fingers, but at this moment, Luo Jiujiang didn't want to do that.
Maybe it was just a whim, or maybe it was the confidence and arrogance that all geniuses have. Faced with this spiritual technique that should have been created by hand, Luo Jiujiang actually used musical notes instead.
When he blew out the first mellow, pearl-like note, Luo Jiujiang himself was momentarily dazed. Sound Kill, this familiar old friend, had evolved from a rare weapon in combat to a vibrant transformation from death to rebirth. Now, he even wanted to use it to replace his own hands, transforming the invisible sound into something tangible and controllable.
Luo Jiujiang's fingers vibrated and struck the sound holes repeatedly, the first time, the second time; Luo Jiujiang's flute played notes according to his heart, the first time, the second time.
Suddenly, when Luo Jiujiang was immersed in self-forgetfulness, he heard a slight sound and something wet his clothes.
When he finally raised his eyes, although there were no clouds in the sky, it had already started raining.
The continuous rain lines connected the sky and the earth, injecting vitality into it. Countless plants grew rapidly in front of and behind Luo Jiujiang, making the flower trees unfold their graceful postures and the fairy flowers reveal their gorgeous colors.
The lingering sound is like the six holes of a warm jade flute; encompassing everything, Luo Jiujiang's heart holds seven orifices. Amidst the endless clear sound, the entire world changes.
It is said that after Grain Rain, flowers bloom on earth.
A drizzle of rain fell, and Luo Jiujiang finally put down his jade flute amidst the dense wetness. He reached out his hand, his momentary realization still lingering as the Five Elements spirits clattered through the water and ran towards him, startled to discover two thin golden streaks circling Luo Jiujiang's pupils.
That brilliant and supreme color, reflected by the Dao source in the sky that could be as scorching as the sun, could not be blurred even in the rain.
Luo Jiujiang spoke, his tone still casual, but in the chaos it sounded like reading a divine decree.
He said: "In the embryonic form of my world, there is still a moon missing."
The author has something to say: Thanks to Tanxia Mio for the mines~
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