After calming his emotions, Lear did not linger too long in this area.
He sent the Crowned Horned Eagle Beast cavalry of the Guardian Temple back to the territory, while he himself mounted the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King and flew to the next temple.
Repeating the process, he consud 100,000 units of the Power of Faith to transform the second temple into a Swamp Temple.
With the help of the temple’s power, his Divine Format was restored to 95%.
At this ti, the number of temples he controlled had already reached nine!
Lear’s mood beca exceedingly bright, and the feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
Today might be the pivotal mont to take that step!
Amidst complex emotions of anticipation, excitent, and hesitation, he arrived at the third temple.
Gazing at the unremarkable Immortal Temple, his eyes showed a solemn expression as he slowly stepped through the gate, entering the temple’s interior.
He stared at the statue, which seed like a half-finished product with only a vague outline.
"Let everything begin here."
He slowly extended his right hand and placed it on the statue.
The next mont, the Power of Faith within him dispersed, directly infusing into the statue.
The statue began to slowly spread green moss from its ankle.
Until the entire body was covered.
A mossy statue silently ca into being, and at the sa ti, the exterior of the temple was also covered by moss and vines.
The air beca moist.
In the silence, the 10th Swamp Temple of the Original Plane erged into existence.
At that instant, Lear had an epiphany, and the Swamp Divine Format rapidly grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Directly rising to 99%.
But at this point, it reached a threshold, getting stuck right there.
Lear’s eyes narrowed.
Is there still one more step?
Just then, he suddenly saw the temple before him emanate a brilliant light.
The light shot straight into the sky.
At the sa ti, nine beams of light burst forth in other directions.
Those were the other temples!
The 10 temples resonated with each other, forming an invisible connection.
At this mont, an ancient and vast primordial power surged forth and infused into Lear’s body.
His mind was suddenly in a daze.
An ancient scene erged in his mind.
An imposing figure stood amidst an indistinct light, facing the unfathomable Chaotic Void.
The figure’s silhouette, like an immortal and eternal sun, spanned endless ti and space, crushing the chaos.
Without any verbal description, just one glance was enough to feel the other’s might and terror.
Its body seed to be a mass of mist, making it impossible to discern its exact shape.
And around it, in the chaos, existed dozens of colossal void creatures spanning thousands of ters, whose auras almost solidified the chaos.
Their hostile gazes made one’s heart tremble.
Yet under the fierce watch of external threats, that imposing presence remained calm and unperturbed.
Unknown how long passed, the figure slowly extended both hands, twisting them in the chaos.
In the next mont, countless strands of Power of Rules appeared in their hands.
They wove those rules together, causing land, forests, lakes, oceans, flas, and gales to gradually appear in the chaos... innurable rules coalesced into the world’s first plane.
Could this be the scene of the Creator God creating the first plane—the Original Plane?!
Lear felt an extre shock at this mont.
Forging a world!
What kind of great power is this?!
He held his breath and focused, carefully observing this scene.
During the forging process, the unguarded Power of Rules allowed him to gain unprecedented insights.
Everything was open for his observation and comprehension.
Such an opportunity, even for Gods with powerful divine power, is rare.
Before rules take shape, they are also powers of the Chaotic Void.
But the Creator God divided chaos into various powers, each fulfilling its role, resulting in the myriad rules we see today.
Just like sunlight shining on the earth, containing various kinds of light that disperse to create different colors.
This is Chaos Power, this is a rule.
As Lear was imrsed in this mont, the last missing part of the Swamp Divine Format in his mind silently grew and completed itself.
100%.
Boom~
At the exact mont when the divine format was fully restored, Lear felt a thundering boom in his mind.
His entire consciousness swiftly detached from the Original Plane, returning to his body.
Imdiately, his soul soared and rose swiftly, reaching the skies above the Mire Swamp.
Looking down, the vast swamp was right before his eyes.
At that mont, he could feel that the place accommodating his soul and body had beco narrow, and the swamp should be broader and more vigorous!
With a slight movent of thought.
Boundless power erupted from the surroundings.
The swamp’s edges, like roaring waves, directly surged toward the snowy Wilderness.
In an instant, the ice and snow lted, the hard earth beca moist, and moss and vines quickly spread along the earth’s surface at an overwhelming speed.
The swamp’s area was rapidly expanding.
In just over ten minutes, it extended outward by twenty or thirty kiloters... and the speed grew faster and more exaggerated.
It took a full half an hour before the expansion gradually cald, and the diater of the Mire Swamp had soared to 300 kiloters!
The wilderness surrounding the Mire Swamp had been completely devoured and transford by the swamp.
This scene was a true miracle!
And the most dazzling part belonged to what was originally the Land of Mist Death, now this area had beco a massive ribbon with a diater of 50 kiloters, encircling the entire swamp.
The height of the mist surging exceeded 5,000 ters, making it difficult even for a Giant Dragon to fly over.
To reach Weilu City, one must pass through this terrifying Death Zone.
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