As the Mortal Renegade woke up, causing rocks and rubble to rain down off of him, Bai Xiaochun remained cross-legged, seemingly unaffected.
He was withered, his aura apparently dispersed, his eyes closed and his hair floating around him. It was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead, although there was something profoundly mysterious about him.
For some reason, it seemed that what was sitting there cross-legged was not a human body, but some sort of god!
Out in the starry sky, the ruins where the dandelion seeds had settled were all undergoing shocking transformations.
The glow rising up from them grew stronger, driving away the darkness, and causing life force to flourish, as well as radiance and light.
Spots of light filled the void, seemingly awakening it, causing it to be reborn out of nirvanic extermination!
Before, there had been a pitch-black void, but that was changing. Now, an astounding will seemed to thrum everywhere.
