"A blessed land!"

In the celestial palace of the Sumeru Blessed Land, Feng Bingwen sat calmly and quietly, without any thoughts or intentions. He had not even meditated or cultivated. At this moment, the magical power around him had reached its limit, and the powerful fluctuations of his magical power distorted the surrounding void.

He sat there for half a year. It wasn't until half a year later that Feng Bingwen slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were like a deep, ancient well, without any ripples.

He spread his divine sense to this blessed land created by the Daoist master, and meditated to comprehend it. He gained many different insights compared to when he first took over this blessed land.

"We can begin!"

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the Chaos Egg that had been faintly visible behind Feng Bingwen became fully manifest. The boundless chaotic energy spread out behind him, surging and expanding, instantly engulfing his figure.

In this vast chaos, only one chaotic egg, split open from the middle, became the sole entity. And within this enormous egg, a god-like figure, whose magnificence defies description, stood tall.

This being was merely a physical being, possessing an indescribable aura of power. She was originally like a statue enshrined in a temple, but at a certain moment, she suddenly came to life, and her eyes became lively and spirited.

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"The creation of heaven and earth!"

The towering, divine being raised his arms upwards, and with the exertion of his arms, which contained boundless power, the chaotic egg, which had already split apart but was still gathered together, was completely separated.

With a cracking sound that echoed throughout the vast chaos, the Chaos Egg underwent a fundamental change. The chaos it held aloft drooped with endless turbid air, while the chaos beneath its feet emitted boundless pure air.

As the clear and the turbid separated, the giant bathed in it grew ever more imposing, and consequently, the cracked egg of chaos drifted further and further away.

As the endless pure energy merged into what he held in his hands, it became lighter and lighter, while what he stepped on became more and more solid and heavy as the continuous turbid energy merged into it. Even as the god grew taller and taller, there was no sign of it breaking when he stepped on it.

An endless roar resounded at this moment, and the surging chaotic energy around them, as the gods supported this world, continuously flowed into it, strengthening the foundation of this world that was being created.

Feng Bingwen, who had already transformed into a god who created the heavens and earth, could feel that the essence of his life was undergoing a fundamental transformation as this world was created.

But this is just the beginning. The creation of any blessed land is not something that can be accomplished overnight. However, Feng Bingwen has now crossed the barrier of realm and is moving closer to his original goal, the longevity fruit.

Rumble—

As the clear and turbid separated, the earth, wind, water, and fire also began to erupt, with endless destructive and creative forces splashing around Feng Bingwen. However, this did not cause the slightest damage to Feng Bingwen's body at this moment.

The only thing that made him feel pressured was that the "sky" he was holding up was becoming heavier and heavier. Although the pure energy was constantly merging in and becoming lighter, the "sky" was getting bigger and bigger.

"I'll be exhausted before the blessed land is even fully developed!"

At this moment, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but think of this: in the creation myths he knew, the creator god eventually died, and his body transformed into the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and all things, nourishing the world.

Under the guidance of that Pure Yang Dao Master, he personally witnessed a creation god who might actually exist in some other time and space, but in the end, he also collapsed.

Although it did not perish, it eventually merged into the earth and became a part of it, appearing to be asleep. If it continued to sleep like this, it seemed to be no different from the creator god he knew.

"It shouldn't be that bad!"

This distracting thought was quickly erased by Feng Bingwen. He regarded it as a demon in his heart and cut it off directly. Others were creating heaven and earth, while he was merely creating a small blessed land.

There's no way to compare them; there's no difference whatsoever. They're worlds apart, and what he's doing is nothing more than the clumsiest imitation.

He's made so many preparations beforehand; if he were to actually exhaust himself by the time he finishes developing the blessed land, it would be a real joke.

However, despite this, Feng Bingwen had a feeling that if he dared to slack off at this moment, and did not maintain the posture of creating the world, and withdrew his arm, the blue sky he held up with one hand and the earth he stood on would collapse instantly and turn into chaos, and everything he had done before would be in vain.

The consequences are as they may be; they won't be any more serious, and he won't fall from the realm he's transcended. However, he will become a terrestrial immortal without a blessed land.

Without a blessed land, even with great power, one will be regarded as nothing more than a floor among beings at the Earth Immortal level. Perhaps when meeting with other cultivators, they will maintain a superficial respect, but in reality, one must experience it for oneself.

A blessed land is the foundation of an Earth Immortal, just as a grotto-heaven is the most important means to ensure longevity and attain the Dao for a Celestial Immortal, without exception.

Feng Bingwen naturally didn't want to become an earth immortal without a blessed land; it would be a joke if word got out, and if his background as a Supreme Daoist was added to that, it would become a laughing stock.

Therefore, Feng Bingwen honestly maintained the posture of creating the world, daring not to slack off in the slightest. Although this posture gave him great pressure, it was also an invisible tempering for his body.

Moreover, it was not only a test of his physical body, but also a test of his Dao heart. As time passed, even someone as strong as Feng Bingwen felt a sense of fatigue, a fatigue that went from his body to his mind.

This feeling of fatigue keeps accumulating without any sign of stopping, and if you want to feel relaxed and get rid of this fatigue, all you need to do is loosen your arms.

This is an invisible test, but even now Feng Bingwen will not foolishly let go. He has been in the abyss for three years without leaving for a moment, fighting without stopping. What is it all for? Isn't it for this moment?

If he truly wanted an easy and comfortable life, with his talent, he could simply follow the Supreme Dao's arrangements, dutifully manage the Sumeru Blessed Land for sixty years, and then follow in his master's footsteps to easily open up a blessed land without any problem. Even a celestial being could aspire to such a position.

But Feng Bingwen didn't want to wait, nor did he want to follow in his master's footsteps. He wanted to forge his own path, instead of simply copying others.

Walking on a path that suits you means taking on corresponding risks, and the hardships of overcoming obstacles are inevitable.

Feng Bingwen was already prepared for all of this, and he was fearless.

As the elements of earth, wind, water, and fire continued to evolve, the "sky" held up by Feng Bingwen became increasingly clear and bright, while the earth beneath his feet began to undulate.

The passage of time had lost its meaning for Feng Bingwen at this moment, and he gradually stopped caring about it. He focused all his attention on the "world" that he was constantly opening up and expanding under his own support.

It's unclear how much time passed, but the accumulated fatigue finally overwhelmed Feng Bingwen's unwavering resolve.

As heaven and earth separated, the giant, who was already tens of thousands of feet tall, swayed and then slowly tilted and lay down on the infinitely vast earth.

There was no roar, nor any tremor. It was as if the earth, which had been trampled for an unknown period of time, had received the giant's fallen body and held him aloft.

As the giant fell, the unsupported world showed no signs of movement, neither collapsing nor breaking apart.

This place was finally stabilized, but because it was empty, it was unusually quiet. However, this silence was not long before it was broken.

A thunderous snoring sound resounded across this newly born land. In the sky, as if in response or celebration, endless purple lightning flashed, and an invisible wind swept across the heavens and earth, sweeping away all directions, following the giant's breath.

Despite the commotion, the giant lying on the ground remained fast asleep, showing no signs of waking up. His snoring became softer, his breathing became more even, and he slept even more deeply.

While he was asleep, five-colored divine light shone on his body. As the divine light continued to shine, five different figures eventually separated from his body.

A beam of light transformed into a crimson three-legged divine bird, which flapped its wings and flew into the sky. Bright light began to shine on this land, and although it was not large, a sun had already risen.

A stream sank into the earth, and although it did not cause any obvious changes, in some subtle places, the mountains began to tremble slightly. An invisible force began to be nurtured in the mountains and the earth, as if it was accumulating something.

A stream merges into the calm water, following the gentle breeze that spreads between heaven and earth, and the heat of the sun hanging high in the sky. The invisible water vapor begins to rise into the sky, and finally gathers into clouds and rain, spreading in all directions.

A similarly silent, verdant green began to spread from where the giant slept, reaching out to all directions, and a glimmer of life had quietly emerged.

The last one also disappeared into the earth, seemingly without causing any impact or change. However, the surging power underground seemed to have successfully condensed into something.

"Hmm~"

Feng Bingwen groggily opened his eyes, then slowly sat up. He looked up at the familiar sun overhead, glanced around at the lush green mountains, and stretched lazily with great satisfaction.

"I slept so well!"

Awakening from his slumber, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Since he began his cultivation, he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in ages, and sleep, if one could maintain an excellent state, could be considered a pleasure.

"Is this my blessed land?"

After his consciousness returned, Feng Bingwen felt the surging energy within his body, the sea of ​​blood and qi, and the vast and powerful magic. He closed his eyes slightly and felt that this blessed land, just like his own body, was now entirely under his control.

To be honest, in terms of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth alone, it is far superior to the fragment of the extraterrestrial world he picked up from beyond the heavens. Even comparing the size of blessed lands, his blessed land is no less impressive.

The only advantage of the fragments of the remnant world he picked up was that they came from outer space. Apart from that, they held no appeal for Feng Bingwen at this moment.

"Should we merge them?"

Feng Bingwen sensed the state of the fragmented world he had always controlled, and an idea popped into his head. Without much hesitation, he began to put it into practice.

This blessed land, which he created with his own hands, is perfect in every way. The only flaw is that, apart from him, there is not a single other living being. Not counting the five spirit bodies that separated from him, they are not considered living beings.

Therefore, it was imperative to integrate that remnant world and relocate its inhabitants to the blessed land, since he did not have the authority to create.

Even among those innate gods and demons who are naturally close to the Great Dao, those who possess such authority are few and far between, and can be counted on one hand. Every god and demon who possesses such authority is the most noble among gods and demons.

Rumble—

This newly born blessed land, which had just settled down, began to tremble again. First, the outlines of one vast island after another began to emerge in the sky, and finally gradually materialized and solidified into reality.

Thirty-six Kongtong Immortal Islands

Feng Bingwen first pulled them into the blessed land, followed by the otherworldly humans who had always lived in the ruined realm. This was not so brutal, but rather a direct integration of the land they lived on.

For the human race, what they felt was an extremely strong tremor. After the earth shook violently, everything in the world changed.

The most noticeable change is that breathing has become much easier, and you can even feel your body getting stronger with each breath.

"Tsk!"

Finally, what Feng Bingwen pulled into the picture was the dorsal fin that had been severed from the giant beast from beyond the realm—a majestic purple mountain.

Feng Bingwen, however, did not intend to continue to let it go. The power from that higher level, merely by radiating outwards, could mutate everything it came into contact with, creating an almost endless number of monsters.

Therefore, when Feng Bingwen pulled it in, he directly shattered it with the Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder and threw the residue into the natural underground cave, completely isolating and sealing it off from the surface.

Without a doubt, even the mere remnants possess enough power to forge a formidable monster race, which will become the adversary of the human race, who, having arrived in this new environment, will inevitably grow stronger as a result.

"Now it's my turn to take care of myself!"

After dealing with everything, Feng Bingwen left the blessed land, and the moment his figure appeared, endless lightning instantly engulfed his body.