The golden snow fell for seven days and seven nights. Upon landing, it transformed into mist and dissipated without a trace—no water, no other marks—and the earth remained unchanged, but all living beings between heaven and earth were blessed by its grace.
Some beings, through this opportunity, broke through the bottlenecks in their realms that had been stagnant for so long. Some were severely injured, on the brink of death, and were saved by this golden snow. Many others gained insights to create cultivation techniques and divine skills.
The myriad creations surging forth in the world made all living beings rejoice, and they were filled with gratitude toward the creator of this miracle.
In Central Heaven, every being bathed in the golden snow knew a name.
True Yuan Ancestor.
This True Yuan Ancestor did not call out to all living beings, yet this name emerged in their hearts, and they could even glimpse his blurred silhouette.
