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Chapter 961 Qingyuan Cave Heaven, Agarwood Immortal Island

Once the island's basic shape was complete, the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan waved her hand and summoned the Water Eye Jade Bottle from the bottom of the cave.

It was placed in the bowl-shaped sinkhole at the highest point of Xirang Island.

The river water immediately filled the sinkhole, which was a hundred feet wide. The lake water in the sinkhole reflected the sunlight and became a sapphire inlaid on the mountaintop by the Holy Mother Yang Chan.

The magical artifact that had just been placed down was retrieved by her younger sister and placed on her own island.

"Woo~"

The Celestial Hound let out a soft whimper and gently nibbled at Yang Jian's battle robe on his calf.

Yang Jian pretended not to see it and patted the head of Xiaotian Dog.

What else can we do?

He couldn't bear to scold his sister, and besides, it wasn't anything outrageous.

Yang Jian slapped the head off the Howling Celestial Dog, and then casually wrote the four characters "Qingyuan Cave Heaven" in the sky above the cave.

Any immortal or deity who senses this grotto-heaven, or any extraordinary person with keen spiritual perception, will know the name of this place and whose territory it is.

Upon seeing Erlang Shen's appearance, Xiaotian Dog understood.

It's not some dog that can't read the air.

She immediately knelt quietly at Yang Jian's feet, accompanying him as he combed through the Qi of the cave.

Every now and then it would swallow a few strands of moonlight or sunlight thrown down by Yang Jian, its tail wagging wildly.

It wouldn't bother to cause trouble on such a happy day!

The Water-Eyed Jade Bottle was a magical treasure chosen by Yang Jian from the source of water in the grotto heaven. The river water flowing from it was inexhaustible, filling the Heavenly Lake and the Heavenly Sinkhole and still overflowing.

Emerging from the waterway prepared by the Holy Mother of the Three Realms, it became the waterfall Yinchuan, cascading down three thousand feet. The once silent Xirang Island was now filled with the sounds of galloping horses and thunderous drumming.

The mighty white waters surge amidst the mountains, suddenly abruptly halting as they plunge ninefold from a precipice. Their roar is like thunder, shaking heaven and earth; their force is like a surging, churning river, a dragon in flight.

A clear blue sky casts a veil of green, snowflakes spray like pearls, and rainbows shimmer. Inside the Water Curtain Cave, the sunset unfolds, a breathtaking spectacle of clouds and rosy hues bathing all living things.

The waterfall splashes, the water vapor reflects the rainbow, the waterfall hits the pool and startles the rainbow into the air, the surrounding pool is shrouded in mist like a hot spring, and the rainbow light is layered like a curtain.

Thunder rumbled over the cold pool, forcing the water to flow along four winding waterways, adding a touch of blue shimmer to Xirang Island.

With the mountains and rivers all back in their place, the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan took off her boots, revealing her fair and tender toes, each one delicate and dewy, like a fairy jade bean.

Barefoot, they stepped on the soft soil, leaving a trail of long, thin footprints.

The Holy Mother of the Three Kingdoms, still carrying the flower basket, came to the vast plain on the island, reached into the basket, and then scattered the flowers onto the open ground.

The plump grains of wheat fall to the ground, quickly taking root in the fertile soil, sprouting, breaking through the soil, and growing into green seedlings.

The rice seedlings gather into waves, and the cold wind from Meishan blows, enough to stir up wave after wave of wheat waves carrying the fragrance of wheat.

The Third Holy Mother, Yang Jian, and even the twelve hundred grass-root gods were all immortals who had already attained enlightenment and abstained from grains. Even if they were refined into Five Grains Nourishing Qi Pills, the effect on them would be negligible. The Third Holy Mother created a wheat field simply for aesthetic purposes—to make it beautiful and pretty!

Not only that, the Third Holy Mother walked up the mountain. Passing by the gentle slope and ridge, which was bare and not very attractive, she reached into her flower basket, took out a handful of peach pits, and scattered them on the ground.

Taking root and sprouting, growing faster than pulling up seedlings to help them grow, the peach pit has already turned into a peach tree, with pink peach blossoms blooming everywhere, and the rain of blossoms nourishing people and refreshing their hearts.

"I have spoiled her too much. With no natural defenses or formations, and a flashy appearance, how can she possibly defend against external enemies?"

Yang Jian shook his head, pondering whether he should order his fellow grass-roots gods to build a secondary island outside the main island to strengthen its defenses.

The Holy Mother planted a peach orchard on the mountainside. When she reached the top of the mountain, she felt that the top lacked color, so she planted maple trees. The maple forest was still emerald green, covering the top of the mountain. The earthen peaks were covered with green, and the green crowns were on their heads. When the ninth day of the ninth lunar month arrives, it will be a vibrant and fiery red.

Walking down the mountain from the other side, she planted willow trees on both banks of the riverbed. On the plain at the other end of the wheat field, the Holy Mother Yang Chan did not want a repetitive landscape, so she rummaged through her basket, found various flower seeds, and casually summoned a few wisps of breeze.

The wind swept away the flower seeds, stretching and swirling in the air, classifying them according to their different shapes such as oval, melon seed, and bean, thus completing the classification in the air.

The flower seeds left traces of the wind.
Several wisps of wind, like nimble snakes, snaked out of the swirling wind, spreading out in all directions like a peacock spreading its tail. Another wisp of wind blew towards a pond, coiling and swirling over it.

As the wind weakened, the flower seeds fell into the soil and into the pond.

Without the flower seeds in the wind, there is no trace of them.

The wind has disappeared, but the land is now covered in a different kind of color.

Golden sunflowers grow towards the sun; lavender adorned with purple bells; the roses from the moon's palace gradually turn pink, alluring and luxurious; the small flowers of the 'Shuyu' flower can grow in clusters, displaying a unique charm; the red buds of the 'Huojiao' flower droop downwards, like wind chimes under the eaves, cute and playful.

Furthermore, lotus flowers that have fallen into the pond bloom, filling the pond with lotus flowers, and ripples on the water.

These flowers don't just bloom in a few scattered blooms; instead, they come together to form a lotus pond, a sunflower field, a lavender field, a trumpet vine and rose field, a jasmine field, and a bellflower field.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—a sea of ​​colorful flowers—all converge on this plain.

The Third Holy Mother Yang Chan smelled the fragrance of the flowers, closed her eyes, and was intoxicated by the sea of ​​flowers, murmuring, "This is the Hundred Flowers Plain on Agarwood Island."

Suddenly, the Holy Mother of the Three Realms opened her eyes, and light shone from them:

"Agarwood Island! What a great name! I actually came up with the name of the island without even thinking about it."

The Third Holy Mother flicked her jade hand, clenched her fist in front of her chest, and said with a determined expression: "Alright, let's take advantage of this momentum and complete the construction of Agarwood Island in one go."

The Holy Mother first rummaged through the flower basket, and finally picked out a piece of white jade that suited her taste. She then wrote the three characters "Agarwood Island" on the jade with flowing strokes, and walked to the shore of Agarwood Island.

This place is close to the wheat fields, and the shoreline recedes inwards from the island, forming a port surrounded by the sea on three sides, which is also the gateway to Chenxiang Island.

The friends and family of the Holy Mother of the Three Saints certainly did not need to sail to reach Agarwood Island.

Immortals and gods travel by riding clouds.
However, this does not mean that immortals and gods can freely ride clouds to the courtyard of someone else's residence, or land in the courtyard of the master's study or bedroom.

That would be extremely impolite, especially when heading towards the fairy's cave. Flying inside would be incredibly undignified.

Even when visiting a close friend's house in the mortal realm, you need to give them advance notice and allow them time to tidy up their house and appearance.

How embarrassing would it be if someone was taking a dump and you accidentally fell into their yard?