I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 3100 - 1473: The Vast Sea Turned to Mulberry Fields, Heaven Bestows Merit_3

The heavy leaden clouds were pushed aside by an invisible giant force, and a dark-yellow pillar of light, condensed as if solid, suffused with an indescribable ancient and noble aura, slowly emerged above Zhuo Ming’s head.

At the same time, the boundless fertile soil that had just surged up beneath her feet also suddenly let out a deep, resonant roar. In the depths of the earth, countless dazzling golden streams of radiance, like slumbering dragons awakening, came galloping and singing from all parts of the East Continent, converging into warm and sacred rivers of gilt that rose up from beneath Zhuo Ming’s feet and coiled around her.

Yet the dark-yellow flood above the firmament never descended.

In the Spiritual Void Immortal Realm, the Generation Emperor, who was conversing with Wuwei Immortal Monarch, suddenly raised his hand to halt, and with the Destiny Great Dao looked toward the source that had stirred his own heart.

A moment later, the Generation Emperor let out a long sigh and spoke two words: "Heaven’s will!"

Wuwei Immortal Monarch was quite astonished at this, for isn’t Heaven’s will precisely the Generation Emperor’s own will?

And just as the Generation Emperor finished speaking, the dark-yellow pillar of light above the East Continent’s skies finally poured down, merging with the rivers of gilt surging up from the depths of the earth, enshrouding Zhuo Ming within.

Chen Mobai, who had just shifted Qing Nu over to this place, saw this scene and could not help but show shock on his face.

For he could clearly sense that what was rising from within the earth was Merit, the fruit of Zhuo Ming’s own cultivation, as well as the work she had performed over several centuries in governing the Vast Sea Desert.

And what was falling from the heavens above was Merit.

Even though this matter, for the Tianhe Realm, indeed counts as an instance of Merit, one must know that this Great Dao is the Generation Emperor’s very foundation.

All kinds of Merit are but the Generation Emperor’s will.

Moreover, the East Continent side had long since completed the fusion of the Three Realms; without the Generation Emperor’s permission, not to mention Zhuo Ming, even Chen Mobai would not obtain the slightest shred of Merit.

Within the pillar of light where dark yellow and gilt intertwined, Zhuo Ming’s figure appeared incomparably small, yet incomparably towering. After saluting Chen Mobai and Qing Nu on the Five-Colored Auspicious Cloud not far away, she then lifted her head to look at the dark yellow in the heavens, lowered her gaze to behold the surging earth veins. But in the end, her eyes fell upon the tiny stalk of wheat at her fingertip.

She bent slightly at the waist, and with her fingertip gently, once again touched that tender Leaf, using All Things Spiritual Communication to completely awaken its vitality.

Then, with her as the center, a grand tableau whose magnificence defied description unfurled with a thunderous roar.

The once rampaging, ten-thousand-li expanse of dead yellow sand was as if wiped away by an invisible giant hand; in its place appeared boundless mulberry groves surging with dark-green waves, fertile fields of crisscrossing paths and layered seas of wheat, and rich wetlands where water nets interwove and ripples glimmered.

The Leaves rustled softly in the wind, the plump ears of wheat bowed their heavy heads, the clear canal waters gurgled as they flowed; ten thousand li of mulberry fields were accomplished in but an instant.

This was not Illusionary projection, but the true and unfeigned might of Creation!

The world-remaking power did not cease; as the Vast Sea turned into mulberry fields, the surging rivers of gilt and the vast dark yellow, as if finding their final home, transformed into countless fine and gentle points of light which, like a Hundred Rivers to the Sea, surged into Zhuo Ming’s body.

A heavy great cauldron flew out from her Sea of Knowledge at the Purple Mansion, and one after another rugged and majestic mountain-and-river phantoms, bearing the earth’s endless ages and profound vitality, changed from Illusion to reality upon the cauldron’s body, rising straight up from the ground!

This was Zhuo Ming’s Soul Dharma Aspect!

The very essence and will of the entire East Continent’s land, in this instant, without the least reservation, were branded into her Primordial Spirit and completely fused with her!

The Divinity Transformation that had troubled countless peerlessly talented figures since antiquity was effortlessly crossed by her as a matter of course.

The so-called bottleneck, beneath Merit and Merit, vanished without sound or trace, like the remnant ice of spring melting beneath the warm sun, like sand at the fingertips scattering upon a light breeze.

Zhuo Ming closed her eyes, withdrew the Soul Dharma Aspect, and quietly savored and comprehended.

Behind her, the ancient dead desert had already vanished, replaced by a picturesque expanse of ten thousand li of mulberry fields, brimming with life.

She stood upon the newborn fertile earth; around her no longer were any earth-shaking visions, only a deep, tranquil, and weighty calm, like the very land beneath her feet.

Deity Transformation Realm, accomplished as water naturally flows into its channel.