"Plant one grain in spring, reap ten thousand bushels in autumn. Across the four seas, no fields lie idle. I'm not afraid of starving to death!"
Zhang Yang stood at the very center of the three thousand mu of Spirit Fields he had just reclaimed. With great solemnity, he shouted toward the sky. Several thousand meters above, this world's thin Heavenly Dao transformed into nine extremely faint golden clouds to put on a show for him.
Sigh. It was shabby enough.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yang shouted again,
"Heaven and Earth Dao Ancestor, hasten and obey the command!"
"On this auspicious day, let's plow and plant!"
After completing the opening act with an abundance of ceremony, Zhang Yang bent down and dug a huge pit in the Spirit Fields. Only then did he carefully plant a large, jade-white thighbone.
This was the demigod bone he had seized after killing the Underworld Bone Dragon. Its Law Concentration reached as high as 300 percent—a veritable gold mine.
He had originally not wanted to use it so soon, but his trip to Cangdong Heavenly God's old home had dealt him a heavy blow, so he could no longer worry about wasting it. He would get the Spirit Fields planted first!
"Deploy the Spirit-Sealing Formation!"
After burying the demigod bone, Zhang Yang shouted again. Ten Forbidden Magic Knights took up positions around the three thousand mu of Spirit Fields and released their Soul Force Fields.
The four Reincarnated Sword Cultivators simultaneously activated the twelve earth-meridian formations they had set up beforehand.
In an instant, with the buried demigod bone at the center, countless streaks of colored light appeared across the three thousand mu of Spirit Fields. They crisscrossed and flowed rapidly, like swimming dragons.
Yet these changes, though they looked miraculous, served