Her hands remained outstretched, and streams of Law patterns continued to flow from her palms.
The Laws that flowed out automatically found new places, embedding themselves into the expanding boundaries of space, like binding the edges of a blanket being spread open.
The Chaos Bead's consciousness trembled slightly.
This was...
It paused, as though searching for a suitable word.
Unprecedented.
Su Miao did not answer. She was sensing something else.
Her soul was undergoing some kind of transformation with this space.
Her aura lingered upon those Law patterns that had already taken shape, and within the gravitational field at the edge of every point of light, a thread of her Spiritual Sense drifted.
She could sense the temperature of every point of light, the flow rate of every wisp of nebula, and the roots of those Innate Spiritual Roots slowly spreading through the void.
This space was becoming one with her.
At that moment, hundreds of Spiritual Lights surged from Mount Fangzhang.
Those Innate Spiritual Roots rose from the island and scattered in every direction as though they had been awakened.
Each Spiritual Root found its own place to settle in the void.
Some took root within the cores of planets that were solidifying, some floated at the edges of nebulae to absorb radiation, and some coiled around newly formed stars, drawing in streams of heat.
Like a flock of birds released from a cage, they automatically spread to every corner of the universe, using their own aura to help stabilize those newly born celestial bodies.
Her eyes remained open as she watched the stars revolve before her.
From this day forth—the name of this world shall be—Yaoguang.
Su Miao's Merit Golden Wheel swelled explosively.
From nine feet to a hundred zhang, then a thousand zhang, then ten thousand zhang!