Primordial World, Completely Under Qin Feng's Control
With the Two Saints of the West being thrown out of the world like trash, the Yuanshi Tianzun imprisoning himself in Kunlun, and the Grand Supreme Elder Lao transforming into nothingness, the old era in which sages ruled the world was finally brought to a bloody end in an almost farcical manner.
Golden Ao Island, Myriad Fragrance Divine Hall.
Qin Feng's voice, transmitted clearly through the laws of the new Heavenly Dao, reached every corner of the Primordial World and the depths of the consciousness of every living being.
"The old holy era was filled with endless strife and suffering for All Spirits; now it has come to an end."
"To celebrate this new beginning, I hereby declare that the entire Primordial World shall immediately enter a thousand-year 'New Life Celebration'!"
His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
The moment the words left his mouth, the entire Primordial World came to life.
Boom!!!
An indescribable surge of vitality erupted from the depths of the Heavenly Dao's origin, like a cosmic torrent bursting its banks, instantly sweeping across the Three Realms, Six Paths, Four Seas and Eight Wastes.
Spiritual energy!
Endless spiritual energy!
At this moment, the concentration of spiritual energy in the Primordial World began to surge wildly in a way that defied all common sense about cultivation!
One time, two times, five times... ten times!
In just a few breaths, the concentration of spiritual energy in the entire world surged to an unprecedented and terrifying level.
Those once barren mountains and treacherous waters, devoid of spiritual energy, are now so rich in spiritual energy that they are almost dripping with Water Come, transforming into Cave Heaven. And those places that were already Cave Heaven are now even more blessed, with spiritual energy turning into mist, mist condensing into dew, and celestial light shining for billions of miles.
Countless old monsters, stuck at their bottlenecks for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years, were desperately waiting to die in their caves when they were suddenly choked by this torrent of spiritual energy rushing towards them.
"Cough cough... What is this? I'm about to be burst by the spiritual energy?"
Before the thought could even finish, the seemingly indestructible bottleneck within his body shattered with a crack.
"I... I broke through? The Golden Immortal barrier that I'd been stuck at for 300,000 years, just like that... it's broken?"
Similar scenes were playing out wildly in every corner of the Primordial Continent.
Countless beings, before they even had a chance to understand what was happening, saw their cultivation levels skyrocket.
And this is just the beginning.
Qin Feng's second decree followed immediately.
"During the celebration, the growth cycle of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures will be shortened by a hundredfold!"
Boom!
If the first decree drove cultivators mad, then this second decree drove the entire Primordial World land mad.
An ordinary grass seed, buried underground for countless millennia, was bathed in rich spiritual energy the moment the decree was issued. It sprouted, grew, blossomed, and bore fruit, transforming in the blink of an eye into a thousand-year-old spiritual herb.
A bare, rocky mountain, its body cracked open, with stalactites and stalagmites growing at a visible speed, their tops forming ancient stalactites that exude an alluring fragrance.
In the deep sea, ordinary fish and shrimp exhale spiritual energy, their bodies begin to glow, their scales harden, and they even awaken intelligence, rushing towards the path of human transformation.
The entire Primordial World transformed into a vast treasure trove.
Miraculous herbs abound, and opportunities abound everywhere.
After a brief moment of shock, a global frenzy of celebration ensued!
"Long live the Heavenly Emperor! Long live the Heavenly Emperor! Long live the Heavenly Emperor!"
"Waaaaah... Is this the new era? I love this era to death!"
"My mother asked me why I was kneeling and crying, and I said I was overwhelmed by happiness! Your Heavenly Emperor, you are my one and only true god!"
Countless beings, whether human, demon, or Wu Clan, spontaneously prostrated themselves in the direction of Golden Ao Island, worshipping the god who had bestowed all of this upon them with the utmost piety and fervor.
The climax of the celebrations arrived a century later.
High above the nine heavens, a magnificent celestial palace, beyond description, appeared out of thin air.
Qin Feng, accompanied by the Queen Mother of the West, Nuwa, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, and other goddesses, appeared at the highest point of the Heavenly Palace to receive the worship of all races.
His gaze was like the highest heavenly Dao, overlooking the entire Primordial World.
As far as the eye could see, a section of human territory was a barren wasteland, ravaged by drought demons.
Countless human people knelt on the parched earth, praying in despair.
Qin Feng frowned slightly, as if he felt the scene was somewhat discordant and offensive to his eyes.
He said it casually.
May the weather be favorable for crops.
Words spoken, laws followed!
Almost at the same instant he finished speaking, endless moisture gathered out of thin air above the drought-stricken land, turning into a gentle rain that fell everywhere.
The withered seedlings were revitalized, the cracked earth was quickly healed, and the people, bathed in the rain, felt the vitality that came from their very souls. They were stunned at first, and then burst into earth-shattering cheers and worship.
Qin Feng's gaze then turned to the demon race.
In the Northern Kuru Continent, two powerful demon king tribes have gathered millions of demon soldiers over the ownership of a territory, and tensions are high, with a bloody war about to break out.
Qin Feng's gaze swept over them.
There was no anger or pressure in his gaze; he simply glanced at her indifferently.
But that one glance struck the two snarling, murderous demon kings like a bolt of lightning.
In their minds, it was as if a million thunderbolts exploded simultaneously.
"What are we doing? We actually intend to kill each other at His Heavenly Emperor Emperor's celebration? We are causing trouble for His Majesty! We deserve to die! We deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
One second they were so eager to devour the other two demon kings, the next they threw down their weapons, pounced on each other, and hugged each other tightly, crying like two 300-pound children.
"Brother! It's my fault! I shouldn't have fought you for territory!"
"No! It was my fault! Brother, that territory is yours! From now on, if your kid needs no milk, come to me!"
A million-dollar battle that was about to erupt vanished without a trace with a casual glance from Qin Feng.
All the living beings who witnessed this felt an awe for Qin Feng that transcended the heavens, transforming into the purest and most fervent faith.
At this moment, the Primordial World truly held everything within its control.
He is the rule.
He is order.
He is the one and only God.
The millennium celebration passed in the blink of an eye.
While the entire Primordial World was immersed in the happiness of the new era, Qin Feng felt a little tired of it.
Myriad Fragrance Divine Hall, back garden.
Qin Feng accompanied the goddesses for a stroll in the garden.
Every blade of grass and every tree here contains the highest Daoist essence; every breath can enhance the cultivation of Quasi-Saint level expert.
But for Qin Feng and the women, this was just the most ordinary scenery.
Bixiao, the most lively of the three, chased after a seven-colored butterfly formed from the power of laws, running back and forth among the flowers, having a wonderful time.
After playing for a while, she seemed to get bored, so she flew back to Qin Feng's side, hugged his arm, pouted, and swayed back and forth listlessly.
"How boring, my husband."
Bixiao's voice carried a hint of a little girl's naivety.
"Back when I was in the Interception Sect, although I was always on edge, I could still spar with my fellow disciples and occasionally get into fights."
"Now look what's happened! In the entire Primordial World, there's not a single person left who can fight. Those guys are like mice seeing a cat the moment they see us, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground. It's utterly boring."
This unintentional complaint struck Qin Feng like a bolt of lightning.
He stopped and looked around.
In the garden, the goddesses smiled radiantly, a sight to behold.
Outside the garden, the entire Primordial World operated perfectly under his will, thriving and orderly.
There was no strife, no disaster, no betrayal, and no accidents.
Everything was as perfect as a painting.
A painting he created himself, one that he could modify at will.
Qin Feng looked at all of this and suddenly smiled.
Yeah, it's so boring.
When the entire world is under your control, when the fate of all living beings rests on your whim, when nothing can challenge you or bring you even the slightest "surprise," the feeling is not one of supreme power, but rather a profound emptiness that penetrates to the bone.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the Myriad Fragrance Divine Hall, through Golden Ao Island, through the solid crystal wall of the entire Primordial World, and land on that cold, lifeless, yet endlessly unknown and possible chaotic sea.
Perhaps it's time to go see the sights outside.