"Transform!"
The Daoist formed a spell seal with his fingers, pointed at Baxia's corpse, and uttered an incantation.
Rumble-
Once again, the earth shook and the sea churned. Then a wondrous scene unfolded. The immense dragon corpse, a hundred and fifty zhang tall and three hundred zhang long, began releasing the mountainous, oceanic reserves of vital essence within it into the thousand-zhang mountain formed through the combined effects of Earth-Lung Mysterious Yellow Qi and Jingwei's Divine Ability. The mountain rose higher still: two thousand zhang, three thousand, three thousand six hundred. Only when its peak broke the surface to form a solitary island did it finally stop growing.
At the mountain's base, Baxia's corpse, drained of all its vital essence, had become an enormous stone sculpture: a headless giant turtle bearing a colossal mountain on its back.
"Turn!"
The Daoist uttered another incantation.
This time, however, the enormous mountain beneath the sea showed no movement, as though his spell had failed.
But had anyone proficient in Qi Observation been present, they would have seen that this mountain, formed from great quantities of Earth-Lung Mysterious Yellow Qi and True Dragon essence, was slowly releasing its vital essence into the empty space around it, into the seawater, and into the long-exhausted earth veins beneath the seabed.
The Daoist had created a spirit island in the open ocean.
He wanted to try something. This place lay at the boundary between the open ocean and the coastal waters, and was not yet among the most remote regions. By building a spirit island here, he wanted to see whether the legacy of Earth-Lung Mysterious Yellow Qi, the essence of the land, and True Dragon blood and qi, the spirit of the sea, could restore vitality to this spiritually barren stretch of ocean. Or perhaps its