I have a world of immortality

Chapter 1473 The Vast Ocean Turns into Mulberry Fields, Heaven Bestows Merit
After listening to what the Taixu Measuring Ruler had to say, the purple-haired youth looked at Chen Mobai beside him and couldn't help but show a hesitant expression.

It wasn't that he was unwilling, but rather that he was worried the plan wouldn't work.

The purple-haired youth said, "Although my master has fallen, his mark is still everywhere on the Great Path of Saintly Virtue. Even with my support, if my master is refined into a Saintly Demon, no one will be able to snatch this Great Path from the Demon Lord's hands."

Taixu Measuring Ruler: "Let's do our best, mainly as a precaution. Maybe the Heavenly Emperor can take down the Demon Lord as soon as he goes to war."

Hearing this, the purple-haired youth said no more, nodded, and transformed into a pure, holy light, merging into the ruler beneath him.

Then the ruler flew up and landed in front of Chen Mobai.

The moment Chen Mobai reached out and accepted it, the method of refining this treasure for achieving enlightenment flashed through his mind.

Taking away the sect's most treasured artifact from the Thousand Autumns Ink Forest naturally required informing the Holy Master, Haoran Yiqi Xian.

The spirit of the Taixu Measuring Ruler ignored these trivial matters and directly dispersed the illusory avatar.

When Chen Mobai went to see Haoran Yiqi Xian, he was surprised to find another acquaintance there.

"Disciple greets Junior Grandmaster!"

Taixu Immortal arrived here at some unknown time, together with Haoran Yiqi Immortal. Upon seeing Chen Mobai arrive with the Thousand Autumn Yuanyang Ruler, he immediately stood up and performed a grand salute.

The purple-haired youth appeared and told Haoran Yiqi Xian that he wanted to leave with Chen Mobai. The latter looked somber, but he knew that he was just a Nascent Soul cultivator and had no choice but to accept it in such a momentous matter.

Meanwhile, Chen Mobai also talked with Taixu Xian about the changes in the Heavenly River Realm over the past hundred years.

Taixu Immortal: "Except for Zhongzhou and Tianhai, most other continents have completed the process of merging the three realms."

In other words, apart from Zhongzhou and Tianhai, other places in the Tianhe Realm can accommodate cultivators at the Refinement Void Realm.

The Lingkong Immortal Realm has been in turmoil for years, and indeed many cultivators at the Void Refinement stage have tried to sneak down to the lower realm, but the vast majority of them have been caught by the Eight Departments.

This is also to protect the Heavenly River Realm.

However, it can only defend against ordinary cultivators and powerful beings.

Taixu Immortal confessed to Chen Mobai that seven senior cultivators who had mastered the Void Refinement Realm had descended from the Taixu True Realm and could come out at any time to suppress the overall situation in the Five Continents and Four Seas should an accident occur.

Chen Mobai: "Besides the Taixu Misty Palace, have any other forces reached the Void Refinement stage?"

The reason for this concern is that Dongzhou is located at the center of the convergence of the three realms. As the leader of the righteous path in Dongzhou, the Five Elements Sect needs to investigate the high-level cultivators within its territory and take precautions.

"The Jellyfish Palace should also have one, but after the incident at Xuan Yuan Tian, ​​the various factions there have fallen into disarray..."

Taixu Xian revealed what he knew, which reminded Chen Mobai of the unresolved grudge between him and the Water Mother Palace.

When I have some free time, I'll settle this score with those two cultivators who came to Dongzhou to cause trouble back then.

One was forced to ascend to immortality by his own actions, while the other was said to have been imprisoned in the eye of the sea.

The one who ascended is easy to find; she's the one imprisoned in the eye of the sea. If you want to cause trouble for her, you'll probably need to suppress the Primordial Water Control Flag first. It'll be a good opportunity to test the power of the Primordial Golden Cauldron.

Thinking of this, Chen Mobai asked about the Jellyfish Palace and learned that this largest power in the Heavenly River Realm had been embroiled in internal strife for the past hundred years.

After the Xuan Yuan Heaven was sealed off, the conflict between the Merfolk and Human races, without the suppression of the higher authorities, became completely out of control in the Tianhe Realm. The nine Venerables attacked each other, and there were even cases of Nascent Soul cultivators falling.

"This could also be something Nangong Jin did on purpose..."

Taixu Xian shared his opinion. Because the Water Mother Palace was not located in Zhongzhou, he didn't pay much attention to it, but he still knew the general situation.

"It must be the merfolk who, relying on their immense power, have no respect for their elders and have committed this act of rebellion. Once I return from the Netherworld, I will clean up the mess for Senior Sister Tianhai."

Chen Mobai had a grudge against the merfolk, which directly characterized the internal strife in the Jellyfish Palace.

Taixu Immortal completely agreed: "Junior Grandmaster is right. If you need help, you can ask Ancestor Kongming for his decree. I will then dispatch the seven Refinement Realm seniors from Taixu True Realm to assist us."

Chen Mobai: "I alone can suppress the mere Jellyfish Palace."

Taixu Immortal originally wanted to say that there was the Primordial Water Control Flag over there, but he immediately remembered that the Thousand Autumns Primordial Yang Ruler was now with Chen Mobai. If he were to call on the Taixu Measuring Ruler to descend to the mortal realm for help, they would definitely not lose in a two-on-one fight.

At this moment, the Thousand Autumns Primordial Yang Ruler finished speaking with the Immortal Haoran and returned to Chen Mobai's hand.

"Disciple respectfully bids farewell to the Ancestral Master."

When they left, Taixu Immortal and Haoran Yiqi Immortal, as the leaders of the righteous path in Zhongzhou, both paid their respects to Chen Mobai and Qianqiu Yuanyang Ruler with the respect due to disciples.

With a flash of silver light, Chen Mobai had already returned to Dongzhou.

Although he has mainly focused on education in the immortal sects for the past hundred years, he has not neglected this place and would visit Qing Nu at Huanglong Cave from time to time.

"The situation in the Immortal Realm has deteriorated to such an extent." There was nothing to hide between husband and wife, and after Chen Mobai told her about the situation in the Immortal Realm, Qing Nu looked worried.

Originally, as a Nascent Soul cultivator with twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, she was already one of the top experts in the Heavenly River Realm, second only to those at the Void Refinement stage. But now, even Chen Mobai, a Void Refinement cultivator, is finding it somewhat overwhelming.

Qingnu was very worried that the couple's happy life would disappear.

"Don't worry, Madam, I will handle it."

Chen Mobai showed great responsibility, telling Qing Nu not to overthink it and to just take good care of the Five Elements Sect. He said he would hold up the sky if it fell.

"My husband has always suffered because of me. I wish I had more power."

Qingnu looked at Chen Mobai sitting in front of her, her face full of heartache.

Since they met and fell in love, Chen Mobai had always handled all the problems, while she reaped the benefits. But now, for the sake of the Heavenly River Realm, the Five Elements Sect, and their family, Chen Mobai was about to step forward again in the face of this calamity that would affect the Three Realms. This made Qing Nu feel useless and increasingly sad.

"The capable should do more. Now that I've come here and settled down with you, I can't just stand by and do nothing about this."

In the past, when Chen Mobai encountered major problems that he could not solve, his first thought was to run away. After all, he could travel between the two worlds. As long as he brought Qing Nu back to the Zixiao Universe, the great calamity here would not be affected in any way.

But after so many years in the Heavenly River Realm, he had developed a deep affection for this place, and had many friends, disciples, and juniors. So now, all he could think about was how to deal with the Demon Lord.

"Brother-in-law truly lives up to his reputation as a sage praised by everyone!" Yang Jing, who had transformed into human form and was sitting obediently beside him, looked at Chen Mobai with admiration.

In the land of Dongzhou, Chen Mobai's reputation shines like the sun; he is not only a sage, but also a great hero and a great man.

Just as Chen Mobai was about to be modest, the Void Sky Orbiter saw something and turned to look eastward.

At this moment, Qing Nu also noticed something unusual: "Huh, the earth seems to be trembling?"

Chen Mobai said with a look of relief, "It's the earth energy from the Eastern Continent that's converging towards the boundless sea of ​​sand. It seems that Ming'er is finally about to achieve her Dao."

Over the past hundred years, Zhuo Ming's cultivation has long since reached the Nascent Soul stage. She has fully inherited Chen Mobai's true teachings. After helping the Nine Heavens Demon Suppression Sect set up a grand formation in Dongli, she realized that if she wanted to become a deity, she needed to fulfill the grand ambition she had made back then.

The vast ocean has been transformed into mulberry fields.

So after returning to the Eastern Wilderness, Zhuo Ming spent most of his time on the boundless desert, aside from the matters at hand.

With the full cooperation of Qing Nu and the Five Elements Sect, the mission has finally been accomplished, and the wounds of the Boundless Sand Sea have been healed.

Chen Mobai said something to Yang Jing, then activated the Void Dao and took Qing Nu to protect Zhuo Ming.

……

The boundless yellow sand, viewed from the sky, resembles a giant bucket filled with gold dust, its scorching heat swirling and billowing, having buried countless lives in the past.

Zhuo Ming stood in the center of this golden expanse, her feet sinking deep into the sand, fine dust swirling around her ankles, a testament to the countless years of deathly silence.

She didn't make any hand gestures or chant any spells, nor did she stir up any wind or clouds; she simply lifted her foot, stepped forward, and took a step.

The moment the foot landed, it wasn't a dull thud, but a strange, buzzing sound, like the thawing of spring ice, emanating from the deepest part of the sand sea, faint yet clear, piercing through this golden stillness.

Where the footprints landed, a barely perceptible circle of pale golden ripples spread out like pebbles thrown into an ancient well, disappearing beneath the vast sand dunes.

As the second step was taken, a tree trunk that had long since withered and been eroded by wind and sand, leaving only a jagged bark, suddenly sprouted a dazzling green from the cracks in its bark.

The tender green buds trembled and quickly unfurled in the scorching wind, transforming into a delicate leaf glistening with dewdrops. Then two, three, four, or five more appeared, the old tree sprouting new buds, full of vitality.

Zhuo Ming did not stop, as if measuring the wounds of this land. With each step, the color of the scorching sand beneath his feet deepened, gradually settling from a dazzling golden yellow to a warm and heavy earthy yellow, and finally transforming into a glossy black that contained boundless vitality.

That was the power of the earth, dormant for countless ages, awakened by the earth energy she summoned from all over the Eastern Continent, breaking free from the shackles of the lifeless yellow sand and surging forth.

Wherever she went, the dark, fertile soil spread out like ink stains in water.

A parched and cracked oasis began to seep out clear water droplets, which quickly gathered into trickling streams; beneath the rugged, wind-eroded rocks, scattered green shoots, like sparks of a wildfire, stubbornly pushed through the sand and gravel, which were the grass seeds that Zhuo Ming had scattered from the Eight Views of the Tushita Heaven.

Suddenly, Zhuo Ming stopped, not from exhaustion, but from sensing a call. She bent down, stretched out her palm, and gently brushed her fingertips across a patch of black soil that had just been stirred up.

The instant her fingertips touched it.

puff!
A very faint sound, yet seemingly resounding throughout the entire world, broke through the earth.

A tender, heart-stirring emerald green, like the sharpest sword, pierced through the sandy shell, exposed to the scorching sunlight and dry wind.

It was a wheat seedling, slender yet upright.

These seeds weren't taken from the Eight Views of the Tushita Heaven by Zhuo Ming, but rather seedlings that took root in the distant past on this land that wasn't yet a desert. The scorching heat of endless years couldn't extinguish their vitality, allowing them to finally be touched by Zhuo Ming today.

This is a celestial seedling.

After receiving the earth's energy and moisture, it began to be reborn on this fertile land.

Just as this immortal seedling was reviving, the sky above the boundless sea of ​​sand suddenly changed color. This was not the destructive aura of impending doom, but rather the descending of a vast, solemn, and eternally enduring will.

The thick, leaden clouds were pushed aside by an invisible, immense force, and a dark yellow pillar of light, condensed as if it were solid and exuding an indescribable aura of antiquity and nobility, appeared above Zhuo Ming's head.

At the same time, the boundless fertile soil that had just surged beneath her feet suddenly emitted a deep and resonant roar. Deep within the earth, countless dazzling golden streams of light, like sleeping dragons awakening, surged and roared from all parts of the Eastern Continent, converging into warm and sacred gilded rivers that rose and circled around Zhuo Ming's feet.

But the vast, dark torrent in the sky never descended.

In the Celestial Realm of Spiritual Emptiness, the Heavenly Emperor, who was conversing with the Immortal Lord of Non-Action, suddenly raised his hand to stop them, looking with the Great Dao of Destiny at the reason that had caused him to tremble.

After a moment, the Heavenly Emperor sighed and uttered two words: "The will of Heaven!"

Wuwei Immortal Lord was very surprised after hearing this, because isn't the will of Heaven the will of the Heavenly Emperor?
Just after the Heavenly Emperor finished speaking, the dark yellow pillar of light above the Eastern Continent finally poured down, merging with the gilded river rising from the depths of the earth, enveloping Zhuo Ming within it.

Chen Mobai, who had just teleported here with Qing Nu, was shocked to see this scene.

Because he could clearly perceive that what was rising from the earth was blessings and virtues, which were the root of Zhuo Ming's own merits and the result of her efforts in governing the vast desert over the past few hundred years.

What falls from the sky is merit.

Even if this matter is indeed a meritorious deed for the Heavenly River Realm, it should be known that this Great Dao is the foundation of the Heavenly Emperor.

All merits and virtues are the will of the Heavenly Emperor.

Moreover, the integration of the three realms has already been completed in the Eastern Continent. Without the permission of the Heavenly Emperor, not only Zhuo Ming, but even Chen Mobai would not be able to obtain a single merit.

In the pillar of light interwoven with ochre and gold, Zhuo Ming's figure appeared both incredibly small and incredibly majestic. After paying her respects to Chen Mobai and Qing Nu on the auspicious multicolored clouds not far away, she looked up at the ochre sky and then down at the surging earth veins. But finally, her gaze fell on the tiny wheat seedling at her fingertips.

She bent down slightly and gently touched the delicate leaf again with her fingertips, using the power of nature to fully activate its vitality.

Then, centered on her, a magnificent panorama, beyond description, unfolded with a thunderous roar.

The desolate yellow sand that once ravaged thousands of miles has been wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand, replaced by boundless mulberry forests surging with dark green waves, fertile fields with crisscrossing paths and thousands of wheat waves, and abundant wetlands with interwoven waterways and shimmering waves.

The leaves rustled in the wind, the plump ears of wheat drooped their heads, and the clear canal water gurgled. The vast fields were transformed in an instant.

It is not a phantom projection, but the real and undeniable power of creation!

The earth-shaking power did not stop. As the vast ocean turned into mulberry fields, the surging gold and the boundless black seemed to have found their final destination, turning into countless tiny and warm points of light, like rivers flowing into the sea, and flowing into Zhuo Ming's body.

A heavy cauldron flew out from her Purple Mansion Sea of ​​Consciousness, and majestic, towering mountains and rivers, bearing the endless years and abundant vitality of the earth, materialized on the cauldron and rose from the ground!

This is Zhuo Ming's primordial spirit form!
At this moment, the essence and will of the entire Eastern Continent were imprinted into her primordial spirit without reservation, and completely merged with her!
The insurmountable barrier of becoming a god, which had troubled countless brilliant minds throughout history, was easily and effortlessly crossed by her.

The so-called bottleneck, under the influence of blessings and merits, disappears silently, like the melting of ice in the warm sun in spring, or the scattering of sand through the fingers in a gentle breeze.

Zhuo Ming closed his eyes, withdrew his primordial spirit dharma form, and carefully comprehended it.

Behind her, the ancient, desolate desert has vanished, replaced by a picturesque landscape of lush, vibrant fields.

She stood on the newly grown fertile soil, with no trace of earth-shattering phenomena around her, only a profound tranquility and weight, as deep as the earth beneath her feet.

Reaching the realm of divine transformation is a natural and effortless process.