Lear left the Broken Star Plane and once again stepped into the Mire Swamp, imdiately sensing a difference.
His spiritual power was now flowing exceptionally smoothly in the swamp, the slight sluggishness from before now vanished without a trace.
It was as if so kind of restraint had been lifted, allowing him to be completely in tune with the swamp.
His gaze turned to the distance, and at this mont, even the breathing and movent of insects and ants at the edge of the swamp could not escape his perception.
With eyes slightly narrowed, he carefully sensed everything and began to understand so things.
Why are the divine spirits so powerful!
To manipulate everything, to control everything!
In a daze, shadowy images appeared in his mind, along with fragnted scenes quietly erging.
Long, long ago, the swamp beneath his feet was nothing but arid, hard yellow earth.
Only a few drought-tolerant plants had taken root, but the swamp did not yet exist.
No one knew how long it had been when a bolt of lightning struck the ground, leaving a pit on the flat surface.
Then, the rain poured down.
With the pit as its center, the torrential rain continually washed it, expanding it... After a long downpour, a small pond appeared here.
It seed so insignificant and tiny.
But it was this pond that initiated a long and ancient transformation.
After the rain, drought followed, and the clear water in the small pond attracted life from the surroundings.
Wild boars, seeking refuge from mosquitoes, dug up mud to sar on themselves, turning the surroundings into a muddy quagmire.
Soon, the second downpour ca, enlarging the small pond into a larger one.
This attracted even more creatures to co.
Migratory birds began nesting nearby and drinking water.
Many birds defecated directly into the water, and anwhile... so fish eggs with strong life energy, not incubated by the scatter-brained birds, quietly fell into the water.
Fish began to appear.
One downpour after another, one wave of life after another.
Ten years, twenty years, a hundred years...
Ti passed in the blink of an eye.
The pond gradually turned into a small lake, which then slowly spilled over into the surrounding areas, turning them into a small wetland.
Centuries, millennia, tens of thousands of years... As ti flowed, the wetland expanded more and more, eventually connecting with the groundwater, starting to spread outward.
From an initial small pit, it gradually evolved into a swamp over a hundred kiloters in diater.
Through countless ages, the process was too long to asure.
When the mory fragnts faded, Lear found himself unable to extricate from that state.
In endless fascination.
Unlike observing the developnt and growth of the Spider Boggart tribe, the changes in the swamp were filled with a sense of ti’s vastness and depth.
Mountains change, rivers shift, two simple phrases capture the endlessness of ti and nature’s mighty power.
He felt a deep resonance within his heart.
The swamp is inherently part of the world, as long as the world exists, the swamp will ultimately persist.
Even if all the swamps in the world were wiped out, they would be reborn through the changes of heaven and earth.
Perhaps in ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand, or a million... but the swamp will endure.
This is the greatest difference between the Natural Pantheon and the Race God.
When a race is exterminated, its Race God will completely perish.
But nature won’t; even if silent for a ti, it will resurrect when new natural sceneries are ford by heaven and earth.
As his comprehension deepened, Lear’s aura began to rise at a staggering speed.
Simultaneously, all life within the swamp felt a unique aura surging.
They instinctively turned their gazes toward where he stood.
The Great Demons following beside him were now all shocked.
Their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
In their senses, Lear seed to have transford into a blazing sun, with such furious power that could not be looked at or touched, threatening to tear apart their souls, crushing their bones and flesh.
Lear turned his head to the Great Demons, with a thought.
Stretching out his right hand, he grasped at the void.
Instantly, the Great Demons felt the space around them turn into an iron cage, confining them completely.
No matter how much they struggled, they couldn’t move!
This was not a power they could contend with at their level.
In their shock, their eyes burned even more fervently... Your Majesty has grown stronger again!
He is reclaiming his power!
They lowered their heads, showing submission.
Lear waved his hand, releasing the Great Demons from their confinent.
With no more barriers with the swamp, the speed at which he could harness the swamp power had significantly increased as well.
As long as he was in the swamp, even the power of space, he could manipulate and seal!
And the control power was improved by more than one level.
After taking a deep breath, he opened his attribute panel, glanced at it, and remained silent.
Level: Level 16 (Grand Mage)
His gaze beca sowhat subtle.
Who would have thought that just a few months ago, he was still a low-level mage apprentice?
In a flash, he had reached heights previously beyond his reach.
At this mont, if he were to return to the very beginning several months ago, he could beco a guest of honor at any Mage Tower, even able to gather funds to construct his own Mage Tower, establishing himself as a legitimate powerhouse.
Fate is wondrous and elusive.
Calming his emotions, Lear let out a long breath, and without staying any longer, he headed straight back to his territory.
Upon arriving at the City Hall, he happened to see Bain, rushing back from outside.
This Mud Swamp People Hero imdiately ca forward to pay his respects.
"Good day, Your Majesty."
Lear nodded.
"How is the Rock Fruit cultivation progressing?"
"All have been planted, Green Grass Granny is carefully tending and managing them."
"With high-tier fertilizer provided by the Big-mouthed Scavenger Beast, it might not take long to see the Rock Fruit bloom and bear fruit again."
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