Meanwhile, Chu Xuan's clones began their silent work.
In the mountains west of the sect,
An avatar Unearthed a single Spirit Nurturing Grass That had grown for ten Thousand years.
Most cultivators would consume it instantly, But the clone instead drew upon Chu Xuan's art:
Genesis Re-Seeding Technique.
The stalk dissolved into Radiant Essence, and from That essence a Thousand seeds were drawn.
Each seed pulsed with life, each carrying The Potential to become a new Spirit Nurturing Grass.
The clone then selected a valley, barren and overlooked.
He Carved channels into the ground, setting formations of spring rain and summer wind. Stones engraved with Dao patterns formed a cycle of day and night.
When the seeds were planted, spritual Qi Gathered like a tide. Within days, the Valley bloomed into a sea of green, each stalk healthy and vibrant.
The First Garden had been born.
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Chu Xuan's avatar' s spread further.
In a cave beneath The Eastern Abyss, They planted seeds of " Blood Soul Fruit " , creating a hidden grove shielded by runes.
In the frozen North, They cultivated " Ice-Heart Lotuses " in a formation that imitated Glacial Rivers.
In the deserts, They carved oases, Planting " Sunfire Herbs " That Burned Eternally, Nourishing Themselves with Solar essence.
Each Time a rare herb was discovered,
They never hoarded it. Instead, they Oulled out its seed essence, Multiplied it, and Planted it within carefully designed eco-systems
These gardens were not mere patches of herbs,
But self-sustaining heaven' s for Plant's.
Some valleys would nurture Millions of Qi Refining herbs,
Has Resources to Ensuring mortals could always Find Their foundation.
Others sheltered rare Nascent or even Immortal-grade herbs,
Hidden under protective formations only Chu Xuan could unravel.
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Not all efforts were smooth.
One avatar, While Planting a grove of Dragonblood Vines, was devoured by a Passing ancient beast.
Another, while creating a spiritual pond for Moonshadow Orchids, was discovered by a wandering demonic cultivator.
The clone self-destructed, annihilating both himself and the enemy.
But every failure was recorded by Chu Xuan's true body. Every lesson sharpened his techniques.
Where one avatar fell, ten more took its place.
This endless cycle of learning and planting soon spread across every corner of the continent.
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Time slowly folow
The effects began small and Mortals Start Funding herbs growing in lands once barren.
Rogue Cultivators stumbled upon spiritual energy where none should exist.
Birds and beasts became livelier, stronger.
Sect elders whispered: "The land feels different. As though heaven itself grows richer."
But none traced it to Chu Xuan.
and what they found is something Chu Xuan left for world to discover
While his Hundreds of Thousand's Original Works is hidden By his greatest formation's
While To the world, He remained the quiet, Peerless alchemist of Creation Peak.
Only he and his avatars knew of the invisible web of gardens slowly altering The fate of the world.
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During these years, His Relationship with Fairy Xi Xuan deepened as well.
She would often visit his peak to test his sword comprehension or share Dao debates.
Though she remained aloof, her eyes softened unknowingly when watching him.
He, in turn, Treated her with The respect of a disciple, never overstepping, Yet always steady, always present.
With Xing Hongxuan, The bond was different. Her love was open, Blazing like a sun.
She often stayed by his side, helping with alchemy, cultivating nearby, her eyes full of trust.
Thus, while his clones changed the world, Chu Xuan quietly built ties that would anchor him within it.
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Curse Begins to Bloom
Meanwhile, far away, the Sect of Thousand Despairs began to suffer.
Their disciples who poisoned others suddenly found their own vitality withering. Elders coughed blood,
Their faces aged decades overnight. Unlucky accidents claimed prodigies, sect treasures crumbled in misfortune.
At first, They Thought it coincidence.
But as months turned to years, Despair spread.
They did not know That every poison p
pill They forged was in a seed of their own destruction, every victim freed became a thorn in their fate.
And their corpses — when they fell — turned the lands around them into lush groves of spiritual herbs,
Silently feeding the very age that would bury them.
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Chu Xuan stood at the peak of his mountain One evening, gazing at the horizon.
He sensed the Growing spritual Qi of The land, The faint stirrings of change.
"This is only the beginning. Garden by Garden, valley by valley,
" The world itself will become fertile. In a hundred years, They will call it a Golden age "
He smiled faintly, turning back toward his hall. Xing Hongxuan awaited him with tea,
Fairy Xi Xuan awaited him with Teachings, Even at the point he long surpassed even Immortal God In The understanding of sword Dao !
and his avatars awaited him with Reports of treasures planted across the land.
The world did not know it yet. But its future was already in his palm.
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