Zhou Yan glimpses the Dao's origin—a profound spark, too vast for his grasp. Yet his body transforms. Pure yang energy surges within, potent and alive.
In the primal chaos, yin and yang birthed the world. Now, Fuxi embodies yin, Zhou Yan yang, channeling innate forces of a nascent earth—rare, primal power. Their bodies strengthen; Zhou Yan's mental scroll shifts. Symbols and words glow, alive with spirit.
Time blurs. They wake, power coursing through them. Zhou Yan feels unstoppable, an airflow—yang energy—cycling autonomously per their scripture. "The Dao blessed it," he marvels, sensing its refined might.
Fuxi radiates yin-yang harmony, a Taiji-gossip array sinking into him. Zhou Yan, curious, notes his lack of yin. "You balance both—why only yang for me?"
"Balance rules all," Fuxi muses. "We'll learn why."
New to cultivation, they probe slowly. Fuxi, inspired, etches the scripture's next phase on a tortoise shell—still imperfect. Zhou Yan's scroll mirrors it, confirming its truth. "This scroll's no ordinary thing," he thinks.
Nvdi arrives, pouring sweet spring from clay. Noticing Fuxi's new legs, she gasps, "How'd you do that?"
Fuxi shares the method. Light flashes—Nvdi's snake tail becomes feet. "I've got legs!" she laughs, childlike.
Back at the tribe, Fuxi teaches Nuwa the trick, sparking her wonder. Zhou Yan and Fuxi refine the scripture, teaching it and their script to the clan. Bodies toughen, strength soars.
Zhou Yan's ideas reshape the tribe—wooden homes, poultry, smarter farming. He credits Fuxi, nudging history's path earlier. Months pass; the tribe thrives, scripture near perfect.
The patriarch, aged, passes leadership to Fuxi. His era dawns.
A wounded outsider stumbles in, pleading. "Beasts—huge—slaughter my tribe!"
Fuxi rallies the clan; Zhou Yan joins. They find giants, five meters tall, crushing huts, gulping survivors. Humans, frail in this dawn, are mere prey.
"Damn them!" the clan roars, wielding bronze swords—Zhou Yan's innovation. Months of training honed them. Leaping twenty meters, they smash beast skulls, felling foes solo. Food fears vanish.
The outsider Youqiong clan gapes. "Gods!" some cry, kneeling. Fuxi's legend as a "god" ignites. He welcomes them to his tribe.
Beasts surge across the wilds, devouring tribes. Zhou Yan and Fuxi sense a shift—fate's hand, inevitable. A great upheaval looms. They gather scattered clans, Fuxi's fame drawing them. None hesitate to join.
The tribe swells, mirroring the wilds' growing chaos.