Although Yun Lintian kept failing again and again, he was happy with the progress he gained.
Exhaling a long breath, Yun Lintian was ready for the next attempt.
This ti, he expanded his focus to include the Storm—wind, transformation.
Three elents now.
The golden threads branched delicately, connecting.
From Sun to Storm, fire to wind. Then, from Moon to Storm, water to wind.
The mont the connections ford, Yun Lintian’s body trembled. His skin rippled—one mont burning, the next freezing, then whipped by invisible gusts.
But he held on.
"Balance," he reminded himself.
The Storm howled, threatening to tear the connections apart—
Then, inexplicably...
It cald.
For ten full breaths, the three elents existed in harmony, their energies flowing through the Seed of Ti’s threads like blood through veins.
Then—
SNAP!
The connections broke.
Yun Lintian gasped, clutching his chest. The recoil was stronger this ti—three cracked ribs, his lungs searing—but he was grinning.
"Not bad."
Yun Lintian adjusted his condition and started the next attempt.
This ti, he tried four elents directly.
Sun. Moon. Storm. Earth.
The golden threads grew more intricate, weaving a fragile web.
Fire nourishing earth.
Water feeding earth.
Wind scattering seeds across earth.
The mont the fourth elent joined, Yun Lintian’s body changed.
His skin darkened to rich soil. His hair beca strands of grass. His bones turned to stone.
Yet he didn’t panic.
He observed.
The Earth stabilized the others, grounding their wild energies.
For thirty breaths, the four elents danced in perfect sync—
Until the Thunder suddenly flared, drawn by the activity.
BOOM!
The unexpected intrusion shattered the balance.
Yun Lintian’s body convulsed as lightning arced through his ridians. His vision whited out.
When it cleared, he was on his knees, fingers clawing at the void floor.
His right arm was charred black.
But his smile was wider.
"I see now."
Each failure taught him that order was mattered. Timing was also mattered. And intent was mattered.
So elents stabilized others and connections needed to form gradually.
"Let’s do it." Yun Lintian braced himself and started it over again.
Yun Lintian’s body was a patchwork of injuries—so healed, so fresh. His robes hung in tatters. Blood crusted his lips.
But his eyes burned with certainty.
This ti, he didn’t just allow the connections.
He beca them.
His breath beca the Storm.
His heartbeat beca the Thunder.
His bones beca the Golden Mountain.
His blood beca the Moon’s tides.
And through it all—the Seed of Ti pulsed, its golden threads no longer separate but part of him.
The four elents thrumd in harmony, their energies circulating smoothly.
Then...
He reached for the Sun.
The mont the golden thread touched it—
Silence.
Absolute, crushing silence.
Just as Yun Lintian thought it was success, the Sun suddenly flared up and burned his entire body, turning him into a human torch.
"Agh!" Yun Lintian scread painfully and hurriedly mobilized the power of the Moon to offset the raging Sun.
Soon, the fire gradually went way, leaving his skin charcoaled.
"Phew... That’s dangerous." Yun Lintian felt that he had never co close to death like this before—not even when he faced Yin could give him such a feeling.
"Sure enough. No one can harm you better than yourself." he muttered to himself as he utilized the power of the Tree of Life to heal his injuries.
After recovering, Yun Lintian continued and failed again and again.
Ti lost all aning in the endless darkness.
Yun Lintian had no idea how long he’d been trying—days? Months? Years?
His body was a tapestry of scars. His robes had long since disintegrated, leaving only tattered remnants clinging to his fra. His hair, once neatly tied, now hung in wild strands, dry from repeated spiritual exhaustion.
Yet he persisted.
Buzz—
Eight elents now danced in harmony within his Divine Core—all but the Dark Pearl and the Light Pole connected through shimring golden threads.
Yun Lintian’s breathing was steady, his focus absolute.
"This ti..."
He reached for the final elent.
The golden thread extended delicately toward the Dark Pearl and the Light Pole—not forcing, not demanding, simply inviting.
The mont the connection ford—
Perfection.
All ten elents pulsed as one. The Seed of Ti blazed like a miniature sun at the center, its radiance weaving through every power in perfect synchrony.
Yun Lintian’s lips curved into a triumphant grin.
"Hahaha! I’ve done it—"
CRACK!
Without warning, the connections shattered.
Not just broke—detonated.
Yun Lintian’s Divine Core fractured like glass. His ridians exploded from within. Blood erupted from every orifice as his body convulsed violently.
His last conscious thought was sheer disbelief.
"What the f...?"
Then—
Darkness.
Silence descended and only Yun Lintian’s ragged breaths could be heard in the darkness.
A while later, the shadowy figure materialized beside Yun Lintian’s broken form.
For a long mont, it simply stared.
Then—
"As expected from the True Seed of Fate."
The voice was different now—lighter, lodic. Undeniably feminine.
A slender hand reached down, brushing Yun Lintian’s blood-matted hair aside almost tenderly.
"You can actually do it... It’s sothing that only I can do."
Had Yun Lintian been conscious, he would have recognized that voice instantly.
The Creator.
The figure straightened, its form shimring briefly—revealing the silhouette of a woman before the shadows swallowed her again.
"No, I didn’t do it... I was born with it, but you... you actually forced the way through... I hope you can rember this mont."
With that, she dissolved into the darkness once more.
Silence descended once again.
Ti passed unknowingly.
"Hah!"
On one day, Yun Lintian ca to with a gasp.
Every inch of his body scread in protest. His soul ocean was in ruins, his Divine Core barely intact. Even breathing hurt.
"Damn it..." He coughed up blackened blood. "I thought that was it."
Summoning what little strength remained, he called upon the Tree of Life’s power. Green light flickered weakly around him, knitting his worst wounds shut. The God of Life’s energy followed—a pale imitation of its usual potency, but enough to stabilize him.
"How?" He gritted his teeth as bones reset themselves. "I had them all connected. Why did it collapse?"
The answer ca not as words, but as instinct—
Too rigid.
His connections had been perfect... which was the problem.
Nature wasn’t perfect.
It was fluid.
Yun Lintian barked a laugh that turned into another cough.
"Of course."
He’d been so focused on creating unbreakable bonds that he’d forgotten—
True harmony required flexibility.
The elents needed to flow together and apart like seasons, like day and night.
Not fixed.
Alive...
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