This pit is full of potholes and very uneven.
However, compared to the original, it was filled with a lot of soil newly created by earth-type ability users.
It's obviously a half-finished project that started with filling out forms but then fell through.
Jiang Qingwan squatted down to examine it, brushed away the soil behind her, and scooped up a handful of soil mixed with the aura of the extraterrestrial demons.
It's much richer than when she first left.
It can only be said that Han Qianfan is like an unkillable cockroach; even though his body and soul have dissipated, he can still leave behind some things.
Fortunately, this was not a disaster.
It is possible that because the demons from beyond the realm possess rare cultivation resources that they plunder, their demonic energy transforms into spiritual power after death and returns to the earth.
The book says that the world is a balance of yin and yang, and all things cycle endlessly, creating a continuous cycle of life.
Only this reasonably plausible explanation can clarify the current situation.
The surrounding spatial walls isolated this place.
Jiang Qingwan was somewhat troubled about how to deal with the land that had been transformed.
Should we just let it go?
Given the trend of this extraterrestrial demon race, it is impossible to predict how much land he can transform, or what good or bad results he will bring.
Jiang Qingwan opened her fingers, and yellow soil fell down in a flurry.
She stared blankly, as if watching sand slowly fall from an hourglass.
There was no one here.
She was the only one.
She looked at the yellow soil in her hand, and suddenly it changed color, turning into a dazzling bright red.
In an instant, my head throbbed with pain, and my mind felt like it had been shredded, a tangled mess of countless nerves in a shredder.
Jiang Qingwan closed her eyes in pain, and then a strong wind blew, her messy hair whipping against her face like lashes.
Jiang Qingwan hurriedly channeled her wood-elemental spiritual energy to stabilize her mind and opened her eyes again.
It's a completely new scene.
All the original natural soil has disappeared, leaving only the new soil constructed by the superhumans.
The same standard brown color.
It has lost all of its original yellow soil color.
"Master! I can sense the aura of Fuxi Soil!"
Jin Yaojian called out to Jiang Qingwan in his sea of consciousness.
Fuxi Soil sounds like it has something to do with Nuwa Soil. Jiang Qingwan asked, "What does it have to do with Nuwa Soil?"
"Fuxi and Nuwa are siblings, almost of the same lineage, so their effects are the same!!"
"Quickly! Put it in my spatial storage, and I'll be free!"
Jin Yaojian's voice was full of impatience; it wished it could personally come out and shovel the soil back.
Jiang Qingwan threw the bright red soil in her hand into the space and followed it in.
Guided by the Golden Radiance Sword, the red soil floated in a straight line in the air, slowly moving towards the Void Sword Tomb.
Upon seeing the red soil, Jin Yaojian pounded his heels, his voice brimming with obvious elation: "It really is Fuxi Soil! Hahahaha, this sword is now free!"
Fuxi Soil fell from the sky onto the land, spreading out instantly and multiplying infinitely until it covered the entire Void Sword Tomb.
The Golden Sword lost its luster in the air and floated to Jiang Qingwan's side. "You're quite good. I thought I would need to collect a lot of crystal cores to repair it, but I didn't expect you to find the Fuxi Soil."
"Coincidentally, this Fuxi Soil also contains a lot of life force, and it seems to have some effect on the zombie virus." Jiang Qingwan also felt that everything was just right.
"Fuxi is considered a creator god, so it's not surprising that he has some life-restoring effects. But what makes me happier is that I finally don't have to guard this wretched place anymore! Some swords have really bad tempers!" The Golden Radiance Sword happily spun around in the air again.
Jiang Qingwan asked softly, "Is it okay if I give some of this Fuxi Soil to Ye Qi for research?"
“No problem, no problem. You can take a little and it will regenerate,” Jin Yaojian replied.
“Okay.” Upon hearing that it could regenerate, Jiang Qingwan dug up quite a few without hesitation.
There was no one outside the laboratory building; Ye Qi was as engrossed in the lab as always.
After sensing which laboratory Ye Qi was in, Jiang Qingwan gently knocked on the door.
Ye Qi looked tired, her fine black hair clung messily to her forehead, and her eyes were filled with sleepy tears. Her voice was like a clear stream: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Qingwan took out the box that Kang Xiyang had given her, along with the Fuxi soil she had just dug up. "This is Fuxi soil, which may be helpful for your experiments."
"Thank you." Ye Qi took the box and the unpackaged Fuxi Soil, and placed them on the laboratory table.
"I won't bother you anymore. Take care of yourself," Jiang Qingwan said with a smile and waved goodbye.
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