The night was still over Creation Peak.
Chu Xuan's true body sat within his Cultivation hall, eyes closed in Meditation.
A flicker of light entered his chest — his avatar had returned from the Sect of Thousand Despairs.
The flood of memories poured into his soul:
The black altar, The corpses, The chains of poison.
But what drew Chu Xuan's attention most was not the cruelty,
But The structure of Their Techniques.
He saw through Them at a glance.
Where The sect saw power, He saw flaws. Where they saw control, He saw Chains ready to snap.
Their poisons, Their curses, Their formations — all bore the stench of crude malice.
A faint smile touched his lips. "So this is the so-called legacy that binds my woman?
One word discribe
" Trash !
Within his inner world,
Chu Xuan Conjured The lattice of Dao He had memorized from the altar.
Threads of black poison law weaved before his eyes.
"Poison… decay… control… but so shallow," He murmured.
He raised his hand, with his Creation Defying Comprehension he understands at glace
The Black threads twisted, Their laws unraveled and rewritten.
Where once They corroded the victim, he inverted them:
Now they devoured The user's lifespan.
Where once they suppressed a soul,
He inverted them: now they invited karmic backlash and endless misfortune.
Where once The victim's death left only a corpse, he inverted them:
Now their fallen bodies transformed into nodes of heaven and earth, birthing spiritual herbs.
The technique still looked like the Fallen Sect's poison,
But in truth, it was an entirely different Dao — a heavenly curse dressed in demonic robes.
He closed his fist. The lattice shattered, reforming into a black sigil of his own creation.
"From this day,
The Fallen Demonic Sect is already dead. Every poison they spread will hollow their own marrow. Every victim They enslave will become a seed of Their destruction. Within a hundred years,
not one shall remain Alive!
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That evening, Xing Hongxuan came to Creation Peak as usual, Carrying a tray of Tea.
She smiled softly, Though The faint shadow in her eyes could not be hidden.
Chu Xuan looked at her, and without a word, raised his hand.
A ripple of comprehension spread from his palm, sinking into her body.
Her eyes widened as the black seed of poison within her soul trembled, cracked, and dissolved into smoke.
For the first time since childhood, the suffocating leash vanished.
"...it's gone?" she whispered, trembling.
Chu Xuan's tone was calm, but his words carried the weight of eternity.
"No chain shall bind my wife.
" The sect that dared place it upon you has already cursed itself. Within a hundred years,
" They will be wiped out — not by my blade, But by Their own poisoned fate."
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she fell into his embrace, her heart igniting with endless devotion.
For the first time, her love was untainted by fear.
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While Chu Xuan comforted her, his countless avatars moved across The world in silence.
Each avatar carried a single mission: to Gather, to Preserve, and to sow.
In hidden valleys, They unearthed ancient herbs that had grown for ten thousand years.
In forgotten ruins, they seized seeds left behind by Immortal sects.
In demonic lairs, They slew beasts and refined their cores into fertile soil.
Yet they never consumed these treasures for themselves. Instead, they applied Chu Xuan's self-created art:
"Genesis Re-Seeding Technique."
Each herb, no matter how rare, was gently disassembled down to its primal seed essence.
From a single stalk of grass, They coaxed a thousand seeds.
From a single immortal flower, They extracted endless buds.
Where others plundered and exhausted, Chu Xuan's avatars multiplied.
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Building the Eternal Gardens with Unlimited Resources
But seeds were useless without land. And so, his avatars set to work.
In deserts, They carved oases with water-formations.
In mountains, They hollowed caverns filled with sunstones and moon-crystals.
In barren plains, They built vast formations That imitated spring rain and autumn wind.
Each land became a self-sustaining ecosystem, Perfectly Tuned to nurture a single herb or a family of medicines.
Some valleys grew millions of Qi Refining herbs, ensuring no mortal disciple would ever lack a foundation.
Some caves cultivated Core Condensing flowers, enough for entire sects to flourish.
Some sealed Grottos Nurtured Immortal-grade herbs, Untouched by Time, waiting for future heirs.
Every garden was wrapped in Chu Xuan's supreme formations, invisible to The world, Yet drawing spiritual energy ceaselessly.
One by one, Then Ten by Ten, Then Thousands by Thousands — his avatars spread across the continents, planting seeds and creating Resources to mature like stars across the sky.
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But it was not easy. Many avatars fell to beasts, To hostile sects, To accidents of heaven and earth.
But for each That fell, Ten more rose.
Chu Xuan's true body remained untouched, his will unbroken.
And with every failure, his comprehension grew sharper.
Every new herb taught him another law of creation. Every new garden became a seed of Dao in his inner world.
To outsiders, it seemed as though Chu Xuan secluded himself in cultivation. In truth,
His shadows walked every corner of the world, reshaping its destiny.
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