Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Just then, a loud bell, symbolizing the sect leader's call for a meeting of the entire sect, rang out urgently and powerfully from the direction of the Starry Sky Hall on the main peak. The sound echoed through the empty mountains, carrying a sense of resolute determination to regroup.

The remaining cultivators' expressions changed again as they looked at Han Li.

Without hesitation, Han Li turned around and strode towards the main hall at the top of the mountain, his back straight and resolute.

"Let's go! To the main hall! The new sect leader has given the order!"

Someone shouted, and everyone snapped out of their daze. They quickly suppressed their various thoughts and hurriedly followed Han Li's footsteps, converging towards the main peak. A new era began hastily but irresistibly amidst the tolling of bells and the sound of footsteps.

……

With one step, space transforms.

Ying Xuan's figure had already appeared in the sky above a magnificent, majestic palace complex filled with a rich imperial dragon aura and a faint spiritual charm—the Qin Imperial Palace.

He stood in mid-air, his divine sense flowing like mercury, instantly covering the entire palace and even the distant city of Xianyang.

The concentration of energy in the heavens and earth has indeed increased compared to before he left, and the activity of spiritual energy in the air is also higher. This is obviously due to the positive effects of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Array continuously drawing energy from the void and feeding back energy over the past year, as well as the growth of spiritual plants in the palace.

But that's all. Without qualitative change, without the emergence of new and more active law fluctuations, the improvement of the world's "foundation" is an extremely slow process.

Inside the palace, all was quiet and solemn. Palace servants, guards, and low-level cultivators went about their tasks in an orderly manner. Although there were undercurrents, there was absolutely no sign of major chaos.

Ying Xuan was not surprised at all. The trump cards and checks and balances he left behind were enough to ensure that the core of Qin would not have any major problems during his absence.

"It's time to process the harvest."

Ying Xuan had a sudden thought.

The jade pendant at his waist flashed, and the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation was deployed once again. But this time it was not for attacking or enveloping enemies, but rather like a huge, exquisite "seed planter" and "arranger".

First, there were the spirit fields "dug" from the Tianxing Mountains in the mortal realm. The great array shimmered with light, and countless "spirit field modules" of varying sizes, covered with fine five-colored spirit soil and equipped with miniature arrays, fell like raindrops precisely onto the areas within the palace that had already been planned but had not yet been planted or were planted with ordinary spirit herbs.

After these spirit fields landed, the various spirit stones that had been prepared and piled up below were quickly activated. Following the more efficient and complex method of setting up spirit veins that Ying Xuan had learned from the upper realm, they formed small, closed or semi-closed spiritual energy fields that enveloped the spirit fields.

This not only continuously provides pure spiritual energy to the spiritual roots and herbs in the spiritual field, accelerating their growth and recovery, but also allows the spiritual energy of the plants and trees and the faint aura of laws emanating from the spiritual field and spiritual roots to "purify" and "nourish" these spiritual stones, and even slowly improve their quality.

This is a virtuous circle.

Next came the spiritual herbs on the island of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Grand Array itself, which were on the verge of death because too much of their spiritual energy had been drained during the refining of the Heaven-Mending Pill, but still retained their age and essence. They also included rare spiritual roots and herbs that were extremely old and even contained fluctuations of laws, collected from places like Feng Xianzi, Mulan Grassland, and the Tianxing Sect's warehouse!

In an instant, it seemed as if a "rain of elixirs" was falling over the palace!
Countless plants, each radiating a different kind of spiritual light, were gently lifted by the power of the array and fell precisely into the newly prepared spiritual fields, or into the empty spaces of the palace's original medicinal garden, which was the most spiritually abundant.

In a short while, almost every inch of the vast palace, spanning thousands of miles, was covered with all kinds of spiritual plants! Exotic flowers and rare herbs vied for attention, ancient trees and spiritual vines intertwined and shone, and the fragrance of herbs and the pure scent of plants mixed with rich spiritual energy, spreading out and making the entire palace seem like a fairyland or an ancient herb garden in an instant!
Those spiritual herbs that had withered due to severe damage to their spirituality were nourished by the pure energy of heaven and earth that was guided by the array below the palace and continuously drawn from the void, as well as the small spiritual veins that were laid out by the spiritual stones below the spiritual fields.

Like rain after a long drought, it immediately stopped its decline and began to slowly but steadily recover its vitality, though it still appeared fragile.

Their massive age-old foundation is still intact, and they recover much faster than newly planted seedlings.

The palace and its surroundings instantly erupted in excitement!

"It's His Majesty! His Majesty has returned!"

"My God! So many medicinal herbs! I don't recognize so many of them!"

"Spiritual energy... the concentration of spiritual energy in the palace is skyrocketing!"

"Look at the sky! That formation is still expanding!"

Palace servants, guards, and monks, regardless of rank, all looked up at the sky, their faces filled with shock and ecstasy. His Majesty's absence from the palace this time, nearly a year, was the longest he had ever been away. And now, his return had brought such earth-shattering changes!

The Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiends Formation in the sky did not stop. After the spiritual fields and spiritual roots were arranged, the formation itself began to expand rapidly. The phantom of the formation spread, instantly covering the imperial palace, and then extending towards the entire city of Xianyang, and even further to the wasteland and mountains!

It stretched for nearly ten thousand miles in diameter, almost covering half of the core territory of the Great Qin Dynasty, before slowly coming to a stop.

Immediately afterwards, an unimaginably vast torrent, half pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth and half strange energy that had been initially transformed by the formation, poured down from the center of the expanded formation like a celestial river flowing backward, and evenly sprinkled across the vast land covered by the formation!
This is Ying Xuan feeding back the massive amount of spiritual energy and a portion of primordial energy that he has absorbed, refined, and stored from the mortal realm to the Great Qin world all at once! Although this energy may not be as pure and compatible in "quality" as the energy of the Great Qin world itself, its "quantity" is terrifying!
This is enough to raise the overall energy concentration and activity level of the Qin world to a new level, laying a solid foundation for the future development of more spiritual veins and the birth of more spiritual beings.

Having done all this, Ying Xuan ignored the cheers and clamor below.

His divine sense, like the most sensitive radar, had already locked onto the area in the Great Qin world where the most "anomalies" were concentrated and what made him most uneasy—the northern wilderness.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the sky above the palace.

When it reappeared, it was already above that wasteland shrouded in a thick, viscous, and nauseating bloody aura!

Even though he had expected it, what he saw still made Ying Xuan's pupils shrink slightly.

The wasteland below could no longer be called a "wilderness." An intense, almost overwhelming stench of blood rose into the sky, connecting with some kind of barrier in the heavens to form a massive, blood-red pillar of light, thousands of miles in diameter, stretching from the sky to the earth!
This beam of light was not static; within it seemed countless wailing souls writhed, and malevolent energy surged. Even a slight approach of his divine sense caused Ying Xuan's mental energy to become sluggish and viscous, as if he were sinking into a bloody quagmire! The wasteland was perpetually shrouded in crimson "rain"—not water, but rather a filthy mixture of congealed blood and malevolent energy. The earth was dyed dark red, and all the surviving goblins, regardless of their original color, now had their eyes and bodies covered in an ominous crimson. They became even more frenzied, bloodthirsty, and fearless of death.

Meanwhile, the Qin soldiers, relying on the undulating Great Wall defense line, which was now also soaked in blood, were engaged in an extremely fierce battle.

Ying Xuan saw that many soldiers' eyes were bloodshot. This was not due to practicing some kind of technique, but rather because they had been immersed in this boundless bloody aura for a long time, and their minds had been corrupted, leading to near-madness!

They mechanically wielded their weapons, cutting down wave after wave of surging blood-red goblins, while others were constantly torn apart by goblin claws and struck by foul magic.

The fallen soldiers' bodies were quickly retrieved by their comrades and thrown behind the Great Wall. Beneath the Great Wall, the goblin limbs, broken bones, and mounds of flesh lay piled high, rotting in the rain of blood and emitting a suffocating, horrifying stench.

The entire ley line channel of the wasteland has now turned completely into a filthy blood red, and the energy of heaven and earth flowing through it has been polluted, becoming violent and evil.

Ying Xuan's divine sense swept across the area roughly, but he couldn't possibly count how many goblins had died here in the past year, or how many Qin soldiers had been buried in the wasteland. But he knew one thing—he had to order the soldiers to cease fire immediately!

For cultivators who cultivate their primordial spirit, being immersed in this scale of malevolent energy, a mixture of the mad will and deathly resentment of otherworldly beings, for a long time is definitely not a good thing! At best, it will damage their minds and cause their cultivation to stagnate or even regress; at worst, they will suffer from demonic possession and become monsters who only know how to kill, or die from the corruption of their soul by the malevolent energy!

"Wang Jian!"

Ying Xuan's voice, carrying a rare solemnity and an unquestionable command, pierced through the thick pillar of blood-red light and the deafening battle cries, resounding directly behind the Great Wall defense line in the tallest command tower.

Ying Xuan's voice, imbued with a faint dragon's might and supreme majesty, was like a thunderclap tearing through a thick curtain of blood, suddenly exploding in the sky above the wasteland and clearly reaching the ears of every living being fighting bloody battles below.

"Wang Jian!"

These two simple words seem to carry a power to soothe turmoil and stabilize the world.

Whether it was the Qin soldiers wielding their weapons with bloodshot eyes and almost numb demeanor, or the blood-red goblins roaring and surging towards the Great Wall defense line, at this moment, they all involuntarily paused, subconsciously looking up at the sky shrouded in blood-red light, where nothing could be seen.

The numbness and ferocity on the faces of the Qin soldiers, formed from long-term killing and the corrosive aura, suddenly burst forth with an almost twisted ecstasy the moment they heard that familiar voice, as if ice had shattered!

Although they couldn't see His Majesty's figure, they would never mistake the imperial dragon aura and primordial spirit pressure contained in his voice, which belonged exclusively to Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Ying Xuan!
His Majesty has returned! When they were most desperate, most exhausted, and almost overwhelmed by this boundless sea of ​​blood and madness, His Majesty has returned!
Some veterans were so excited that they trembled all over, and hot tears mixed with blood streamed down their bloodshot eyes.

They were not afraid of death, but for more than a year, they had been fighting for their lives against these endless monsters in this blood-red hell, watching their comrades fall and rot one by one, their souls seemingly being devoured by this filthy place. The mental oppression and despair were far more devastating than the physical pain.

Now that their leader has returned, even just hearing his voice has given them a renewed sense of strength, which had almost completely exhausted them.

In the tallest command tower behind the Great Wall, Wang Jian, clad in blood-stained heavy armor, his aura somewhat weak but his eyes still sharp as an eagle, suddenly straightened his back, his face showing a mixture of relief and excitement. He knelt on one knee towards the sky and roared hoarsely.

"Your humble servant is here! We respectfully welcome Your Majesty's return!"

His voice, hoarse from excitement and prolonged shouting, carried clearly throughout the nearby defense lines.

Ying Xuan did not respond to Wang Jian immediately.

In his palm, a crystal quietly appeared, radiating a hazy, chaotic luster, as if containing the phantom of a small world—the core of the Great Qin World!

As his divine senses sank into it, a set of clear data emerged in his mind.

[World Power. 480 points.]

When I left the Qin Imperial Palace, my World Power was 470 points.

In just over a year, it increased by ten points. It seems slow, but considering that this was achieved against the backdrop of a continuous and brutal war with considerable consumption, this growth is the result of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation continuously drawing energy from the void, as well as the slow decomposition, absorption, and transformation of the flesh and souls of the massive number of goblins that die every day by the Great Qin Heaven and Earth.

According to Winsun, this growth rate is already "considerable".

"Let's clean up this filthy place first."

With a slight thought, Ying Xuan drew out a point directly from the power of the world without hesitation.

This bit of world power, leaving the body, did not transform into a world-shaking attack, but rather fell silently like the purest sweet rain, merging into the blood-soaked wasteland below and the blood-red pillar of light that stretched from the sky to the earth.

A strange change occurred.

It was as if I had been baptized by the most exquisite purification technique, or as if time had turned back.

Beyond the Great Wall defense line, the mountain of goblin corpses, rotting and stinking, even teeming with bizarre blood maggots and resentment, withered and weathered at a visible speed, eventually turning into the finest dust, sinking deep into the earth, and being completely decomposed and assimilated by the primordial power of the Qin world.

The thick, almost solidified blood mist and pungent stench that permeated the air quickly faded and dissipated. The soil, stained dark red by the blood rain as if it had drunk its fill of blood, began to fade, gradually returning to the yellowish-brown or grayish-black color that soil should have, although some dark patches remained, requiring a longer time to be completely purified.

Most noticeably, the enormous crimson pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, under the cleansing power of the pure world, caused the wailing of the vengeful spirits churning within it to rapidly diminish. The viscous crimson light thinned and became transparent at an astonishing speed, and finally, with a soft "pop," it completely dissipated, revealing the long-lost sky behind it, which, though still gloomy, was now devoid of blood color.

The sunlight once again fell on this ravaged land, which, though still desolate, had lost some of its suffocating eeriness.

At the same time, the underground ley lines that ran through the wasteland and had been soaked in blood and turned dark red were forcibly dispersed and diluted by the great power of heaven and earth, which was enhanced by the power of the world. The "blood" inside, which was stagnant and mixed with goblin blood and violent energy, was dispersed and diluted.

Like tributaries of rivers, they were transported and dispersed along the earth's network of veins to the wider, unpolluted parts of the Great Qin world. (End of Chapter)