Finally, Yun Lintian walked to the waterfall’s base and sat directly beneath its pounding flow. The water crashed over him with trendous force, but he barely noticed. He closed his eyes, seeking the state of balance his mother had described.
At first, nothing happened. The water continued its relentless fall, and Yun Lintian remained motionless beneath it. But slowly, subtle changes began to occur.
As he breathed in, representing creation, the waterfall seed to soften its flow around him. As he breathed out, embracing uncreation, the water intensified its pressure. In and out, creation and uncreation, a rhythm as natural as breathing itself.
Sotis the waterfall would change direction entirely, flowing upward or sideways in defiance of natural law. Other tis it would blast outward in a explosive spray before settling back into its normal course. Occasionally, it would stand completely still, droplets hanging motionless in the air like frozen jewels.
Yun Lintian wasn’t consciously controlling these phenona. He was simply observing the interplay of forces within himself and allowing the external world to reflect that internal balance.
He realized sothing crucial: the Power of Balance he had wielded before was indeed insufficient for this primordial conflict. It was like using a cup to asure the ocean—the tool wasn’t wrong, but it was inadequate for the scale required.
True balance between Creation and Uncreation wasn’t about equal asures or careful proportions. It was about understanding their fundantal nature and finding the harmony that already existed between them.
As he sat there, hours blending into days, patterns began to erge. The water responded not to his will, but to his state of being. When he accepted both creation and uncreation as necessary parts of existence, the waterfall flowed naturally. When he resisted either force, the water beca chaotic.
The answer had been there all along, in the simplest of truths: resistance created conflict, acceptance created harmony.
Yun Lintian opened his eyes, a new understanding dawning within him. He didn’t need to create a technique to balance these forces—he needed to beco the embodint of that balance itself.
And as the waterfall resud its natural flow, he knew he had found the beginning of his path.
Ti lost aning beneath the eternal waterfall. Yun Lintian sat motionless as days blended into weeks, then months.
The waterfall beca a mirror of his inner state—its waters sotis flowing gently like a nurturing stream, other tis crashing with destructive fury, occasionally freezing entirely in perfect equilibrium.
Having mastered the Great Law of Life and Death, Yun Lintian recognized familiar patterns in this new struggle. Creation and Uncreation were indeed similar concepts, but operating on a fundantally higher level. Where Life and Death dealt with mortal cycles, Creation and Uncreation shaped reality itself.
Yet progress ca slowly. While he could now influence the waterfall’s behavior through his energy flow, true mastery remained elusive. He could scratch the surface of understanding, but the essence continued to evade him like mist through fingers.
Rumble—
The breakthrough ca during a violent storm that swept through the Land of Beyond Heaven. As lightning tore across the sky and winds howled, Yun Lintian noticed sothing crucial—the storm didn’t try to balance its forces. It allowed wind to dominate here, rain to dominate there, lightning to strike where it willed. Yet overall, a strange harmony existed within the chaos.
This observation sparked an epiphany. Balance wasn’t about equal distribution at all tis—it was about knowing when to let each force take the lead while maintaining overall harmony.
Yun Lintian began experinting with this new understanding. He focused on making Creation "flow" while consciously allowing Uncreation to "lay low" within him. The waterfall responded imdiately—its waters becoming vibrant and life-giving, teeming with energy that made the surrounding plants grow at visible rates.
Then he reversed the process, letting Uncreation dominate while Creation receded. The waterfall turned dark and oppressive, its waters seeming to drink light and life from their surroundings.
This was the initial stage his mother had hinted at—not forcing balance, but orchestrating it. Like a conductor guiding an orchestra, he needed to know when each instrunt should play its part.
But doing this consciously was exhausting. He needed a technique—a frawork that would allow this shifting of dominance to happen naturally and effortlessly.
He called this embryonic technique "Primordial Rhythm." Its core principle was simple yet profound: Creation and Uncreation would take turns leading, like breath flowing in and out, each making space for the other when its ti ca.
The challenges were imnse. When Uncreation dominated, he had to prevent it from consuming him entirely. When Creation led, he had to stop it from overflowing beyond control. The transitions were particularly dangerous—monts where both forces clashed during the transfer of dominance.
Yet with each failed attempt, Yun Lintian learned. He discovered that the Profound Vein wasn’t just a conduit for both forces—it was the perfect diator between them. By channeling each force through different pathways within the vein, he could create a natural rhythm that minimized conflict.
After what felt like an eternity, he achieved the first stable cycle: Creation flowing strong for exactly seven breaths, then smoothly transitioning to Uncreation dominance for seven breaths, then back again. The waterfall mirrored this perfect rhythm—life-giving waters followed by void-like stillness in regular intervals.
It was far from perfect mastery, but it was a beginning. For the first ti, Yun Lintian had a technique that could potentially handle both primordial forces without destroying him.
As he opened his eyes, the waterfall settled into its natural flow once more. But now, Yun Lintian saw it with new understanding—not as water, but as a manifestation of the very forces he sought to master.
The path ahead remained long and dangerous, but he had finally found his footing.
"Phew..." Yun Lintian let out a long breath. "It’s still not enough."
Since entering the True God Realm onward, Yun Lintian felt that the world was within his grasp but in fact, the world had never been in his control. What he could control was the environnt and a surface of the reality.
It was far from being called "mastery" confidently.
During this period, Yun Lintian began to understand it a little. He seed to get into the feeling on how the Creator would feel when she wield this power.
She wasn’t just "the Creator" but she was the world, the universe. She was everything that had been born in this world. Every particle, every speck of dust, everything was hers.
Yun Lintian wasn’t anywhere close to this state. At most, he was just a person who could draw this power for his own use.
"There must be a way..." Yun Lintian murmured to himself and closed his eyes again...
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