Once Cheng Buzheng's aura had completely faded away...
The cold tension in Half Venerable Phantom Moon's brows eased slightly, and an unmistakable trace of amazement quietly surfaced in her clear apricot eyes.
She lowered her gaze to the brand-new island below. Rough rocks were covered in slick seaweed, while soil mixed with seawater formed muddy sludge; everywhere, it exuded a primitive desolation.
"The might of a Spirit Transformation Mortal Cultivator truly cannot be fathomed."
She murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of wonder.
The next moment, Half Venerable Phantom Moon raised her jade wrist, her slender, pale fingers giving a casual sweep.
In an instant, a sheet of brilliant, pristine silver radiance poured from her palm.
The radiance flowed like water and silk, carrying gentle, pure Magic Power. Like a vast silver tide cascading from the heavens, it swept mightily toward the barren island below.
The silver radiance spread over an immense area, enveloping the entire hundred-li island in an instant.
Everywhere it passed...
The hard, jagged piles of rocks silently weathered and dissolved. The slimy, slick seaweed all turned to flying ash. Silt, shells, broken branches, and other debris carried up from the seabed vanished without a trace, leaving not the slightest impurity behind.
The entire process flowed like drifting clouds and running water, without the slightest hitch.
The silver radiance cleansed gently, never harming even a fraction of the island's mountains or rock strata. It merely removed the excess filth and debris, its control perfectly measured.
In only a few breaths, the strange phenomenon faded.
When she looked again, the island had already been completely renewed.
The barren island, once muddy and damp and overgrown with weeds, had become clean and clear.
The exposed rock patterns were distinct and orderly, the earth level and solid, the contours