A faint tremor arose among the mountains and rivers.
Above, seven suns poured down their radiance. Their light fell across the land and mingled with the subtle tremor, giving rise, amid the vibrations, to a strange vitality. It lent the world—once like a stagnant pool, a painted landscape—the colors of the Five Elements, and gave the flowers and trees that had seemed frozen in place a touch of life!
"When trust has not yet taken root, the spirits will grant no blessing. A Blessed Land is, as its name suggests, a place blessed—and a place with a master."
Deep in the Firmament, Chen Cuo sat suspended in the air. His gaze swept over the mountains and rivers, and as he sensed the trembling of the seventy-seven Void Acupoints, understanding gradually dawned.
"With this seventy-seventh Void Acupoint, the Blessed Land is finally secure. It isn't the most important one, but it's much like the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Gaining it hasn't fundamentally transformed my strength, but without it, my true body would remain incomplete. I couldn't fully suppress the Seven Dao Suns, let alone sustain an entire Blessed Land."
Chen Cuo's Blessed Land had taken his Peach Paradise as its foundation, mingled in the seven Heavenly Dao laws contained within the Seven Dao Suns, and incorporated a piece he had torn from the void. Only after thoroughly refining that piece had the Blessed Land finally taken shape. What followed was the slow work of grinding stone with water: continually adding his insights into those Heavenly Dao laws, then building in his mind the mountains, forests, plants, rivers, and lakes he had seen before. With Magic Power and Spirit Light, he could project them into the Blessed Land and slowly construct a world of his own.
Once formed, the