As for what this talent was... Chen Yu vaguely sensed that it seemed to share some profound connection with "land."
His gelatinous body gently undulated as he hopped out of the Tree Hall and searched carefully along the fortress's outskirts, sensing the aura of every inch of soil with his surface. At last, he stopped at the edge of a desolate patch.
As a Slime, his sensitivity toward the earth was far sharper than a human's. He could tell that the land before him seemed to be in poor condition.
A closer look confirmed it. The soil had a sickly gray-black hue, with almost no trace of life to be seen. Even the hardiest Swamp weeds could not grow here.
"This is the spot." Chen Yu was quite satisfied with his choice.
He calmed himself, inhaling with bubbling sounds as his consciousness focused on the sapling floating within his gel.
As Mana slowly flowed into it, the sapling swayed gently and released warm, spring-rain-like energy ripples that silently seeped into the earth.
Then, the change began.
Over roughly one square meter of barren ground, the phantom of a tiny, exquisite emerald sapling faintly appeared. It swayed and flickered like a reflection in water, vanishing in an instant as though it had merely been an illusion caused by sunlight. Yet after the phantom disappeared, that patch of land had already been utterly transformed.
The once-compacted gray-black soil became dark and fertile, gleaming with a soft spiritual radiance. It possessed both the clear, vibrant spiritual energy of Xuxuantian and the lively brilliance of Zeyarila's Mana. The two utterly different energies fused perfectly, as if endless vitality had been poured into the soil.
Beneath the ground, countless tiny lives seemed to be celebrating. The earth swelled slightly and cracked open, while moss spores,