Even Surtur might have been born under the influence of the Phoenix Force. Everything in the Universe existed for a reason.
In that case, as a Creator God, I'll give this realm a chance.
Zhang Yang snapped his fingers. Space returned to normal, revealing the same apocalyptic scene as before.
He twisted his fingers, drawing every flame on the continent into his hand.
Then he stamped his foot. Cracks in the crust slowly closed as though time were running backward. Magma flowed back underground, and countless stones and grains of sand came together to reform the volcano.
Zhang Yang reached the crater and tossed the flames inside. Freed from the restraint of his power, they erupted at once and filled the mountain's depths.
He forced out a wisp of exceptionally pure Power of Rules and imbued it with the aura of his soul. It would suppress the volcano and prevent another eruption.
Zhang Yang intoned, "God said, let there be life, and life shall be born beneath the hand of a god..."
Chapter 507
With that, Zhang Yang slammed a hand against the mountainside. Vast, pure cosmic energy streamed between his fingers and spread outward from the palm print.
The land remained as scorched and black as ever, but a faint, almost imperceptible green energy burst forth across it.
Zhang Yang had even used the Phoenix Force—the power he had just absorbed and refined. It represented life and emotion, while cosmic-level energy nourished the continent alongside it.
Before long, the land might give rise to a new Fire Tribe, or perhaps another race entirely.
Who could know?
Even Zhang Yang himself wasn't sure whether life would take root. This was his first time doing anything like it, after all. He had no experience!
Zhang Yang dusted off his hands and