Winter departed and spring arrived, bringing revival to all things.
In Baihua Valley, Ye Xuan settled down, building a hut and personally planting a sapling in the valley, watering it every day.
The tender shoots broke through the soil, and the sapling grew vigorously. Spring turned to summer, and the small tree grew day by day, its slender trunk splitting into branches, sprouting many green leaves.
Summer turned to autumn, and when the autumn breeze blew, a hint of chill resonated between heaven and earth. The small tree Ye Xuan planted began to decline, its once verdant leaves gradually turning to a withered yellow. As the autumn wind blew, the withered leaves fluttered through the air.
Harsh winter had arrived, leaving the world bleak.
When the first heavy snow fell between heaven and earth, the small tree Ye Xuan planted withered in the cold wind, losing its last bit of life.
The seasons changed, heaven and earth revolved—a cycle of life and death.