Chapter 122 - The Breath of Creation
Su Ming’s Halo of Insight was still active. Even under the wave of exhaustion and with his newfound knowledge, he recognized the nature of this energy.
It was of pure creation. It nourished everything it touched, without discrimination.
He could not waste it.
With a single thought of his World Will, Su Ming redirected the purple mist. Instead of letting it scatter into the sky, he pulled it inward, guiding it toward every living thing on White Lotus Peak.
The three herb chambers reacted first. Inside the Yin greenhouse, the Yang greenhouse, and the Yin-Yang Fusion chamber, every planted herb matured in a single breath. Leaves unfurled. Roots deepened. Spiritual patterns bloomed across the stems and petals that should have taken years to develop. The ordinary herb plots on the summit flourished alongside them, their growth accelerated beyond anything natural.
Under the spirit tree, the cloud cocoon housing Yunxiao pulsed rapidly. The creation energy flowed directly into the cocoon. Its glow intensified, its color deepening from pale to a faint purple. The evolution was not complete, but it had leaped the process by several months.
The frost layer encasing Shuang reformed thicker and purer than before. The serpent’s dormant body absorbed the creation energy greedily, the Frost Cicada Shell digestion accelerating within its core.
Lin Yao herself gasped. Deep inside her soul sea, the phoenix shadow stirred. Dark violet nether fire flickered across her skin for a single breath. The Breath of Creation fed the dormant shadow, strengthening its pulse without forcing it awake. Su Ming watched through his Essence Sight, ready to intervene, but the energy settled on its own. The phoenix went quiet again, its heartbeat visibly stronger than before.
Wang Tian felt a soothing flood of energy within his 108 sword meridians. The channels that Su Ming had painstakingly forged during the surgery drank the raw energy of creation. They did not change. They simply grew stronger, settling deeper into his body.
Elder Bai Zhen dropped to his knees.
The old man’s hands flew to his chest. His eyes went wide. Warmth was flooding his crippled body and the foundation that had been shattered since the destruction of the Medicine Valley. The energy flowed through the cracks in his meridians, filling them, mending them, sealing the damage that had turned the proud cultivator into a cripple.
His hands stopped shaking. For the first time in months, he could feel the full weight of his Core Formation cultivation in his dantian as a whole. He could cultivate again.
Tears of relief ran down the old man’s face.
Bai Qingxian staggered.
The creation energy struck her Sacred Spirit Veins like a hammer on a bell. The secondary meridian network that ran parallel to her primary meridians began to expand. The natural embryonic veins matured, widened, and deepened under the flood of this energy.
Her natural purification ability surged, and her entire body started glowing with a pale-green light.
Her cultivation base, already at the peak of the Core Formation realm, broke through. The bottleneck shattered. Golden and silver light erupted from her body as the golden core condensed and her physique transformed.
Her Spirit Cleansing Energy danced into life around her hands, shining purer than it ever had. She stared at her own palms, stunned. Beside her, Elder Bai Zhen looked up through his tears and let out a choked laugh.
When the last wisps of the Breath of Creation faded, the peak fell silent. Every herb had matured. Every living being had been nourished. Every person on White Lotus Peak had been nourished by the energy of the newborn world.
The three dormant seeds planted in the nearby chambers suddenly lit up with mystical patterns. They germinated instantly, sprouting tiny green shoots.
Under their own mysterious will, the young sprouts floated into the air. They shot forward, flying directly into the World Seed held by Su Ming’s Nascent Soul.
Once inside the World Seed, they planted themselves at the three corners of the world.
The young sprouts began to feed on the dense spiritual Qi and remnant laws of the pocket world. One anchored itself to the spatial laws, spreading its root through the boundaries. Another took root in the temporal laws, its leaves rustling to the slow cycle of time. The third consumed both the Yin-Yang Origin Law and the residual Samsara Resin left from the World Seed’s stabilization.
The Yin-Yang Origin Law fueled the third sprout’s strength and innate nature rapidly, while the resin fueled its authority over fate, granting Su Ming a concealing property to hide the World’s existence from outside eyes.
All three sprouts grew rapidly until they reached the height of a grown man, stabilizing the laws of this newborn world. The third tree stood visibly stronger than the other two, its invisible threads anchoring the borders of this pocket world.
All three trees connected directly to the World Will. Su Ming could easily channel the World Will through these trees, using them as primary access points to control their anchoring laws within this world.
As the trees finally settled, the pocket world stabilized completely. Su Ming’s Nascent Soul opened its eyes, holding the quiet newborn world between its palms. The purple mist of the Breath of Creation wrapped around his fingers, nourishing his Nascent Soul, making it a little stronger.
***
Under the shade of the tall spiritual trees, the mountaintop garden was quiet. Steam rose from a freshly brewed pot of Jade Snow tea sitting on the stone table.
Elder Bai Zhen sat with his hands resting on his knees, visibly happy, a relaxed smile on his face as he watched the tea leaves circulate in the hot water.
Beside him, Bai Qingxian sat with her back straight. Yunxiao settled near her side, resting her head in her lap.
The white deer had changed since her cocoon broke the night before.
Lin Yao sat nearby, quietly watching the deer. On her wrist, Shuang had settled back into her bracelet form, but she looked different. The miniature scales had now turned a darker shade of blue.
Both beasts had emerged from their slumber with their bloodlines evolved. They had both stepped into the early Demon Lord realm.
Su Ming watched them from the edge of the pavilion, taking a sip of his tea. With two early Demon Lord beasts guarding the peak, Elder Bai’s recovered foundation, and the newly advanced Golden Core physician, White Lotus Peak was truly beginning to grow into a formidable force.
***
The next morning, the quiet of the study was broken by the sharp cry of the messenger crane.
Su Ming collected the letter and opened it immediately.
It was a formal summon. The Sect Master has requested his immediate presence in the Heavenly Dao Hall.
Su Ming rolled the scroll back up, a quiet sigh escaping his lips.
His days of peaceful cultivation on the peak were temporarily over.
-- End of this mini arc