Street Harassment

"Damn it, my Small World!" After his excitement faded, Hua Qiang finally remembered this grave problem.

The power of the Star Cloud Realm surged through his meridians. Feeling the surging divine power within him, Hua Qiang's gaze finally fell upon that shattered Small World.

After the battle earlier, Hua Qiang was almost too embarrassed to admit that he had been slapped to death by a single claw.

This inner world, which carried half a lifetime of his painstaking efforts, had long since become riddled with holes—floating landmasses had crumbled into countless stones, dried-up spiritual veins lay like dead blood vessels, the once-clear sky was covered in a gray, decaying mist, and even the laws sustaining the world's operation had become fragmented and broken.

Restore it!

He formed profound hand seals with both hands. Golden divine patterns burst from his fingertips like chains, winding around the shattered core of the world.

His immense divine sense poured in like a tide, resonating with the Small World's remaining will.

"Rise!"

With a low shout, the scattered fragments of land began to gather in reverse, defying all reason. Broken mountain peaks rejoined, and traces of flowing spiritual light flickered between the exposed rock layers.

Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped from Hua Qiang's forehead, yet his pace of driving divine power did not slow in the slightest.

He invoked the Divine Dragon Bloodline within his body, transforming Dragon Yang Force into the origin that nourished the world.

The dried-up spiritual veins suddenly emitted a "hum." Emerald spiritual liquid surged from the pitch-black mineral veins and spread across the ravine-riddled earth.

When the first thread of spiritual liquid touched a withered ancient tree, the towering giant tree instantly sprouted fresh buds. As its verdant branches and leaves unfolded, Nine-Colored Immortal Lotuses actually bloomed, their rich