Shenzhou's vast lands.
Ye Feng continuously cast spells to restore the shattered mountains and rivers, pulling countless living beings back from the brink of life and death. However, the pressure on his Primordial Spirit was immense.
This was a method of resurrection at the particle level.
Despite his celestial means, after countless resurrections, his own Primordial Spirit still repeatedly collapsed from exhaustion, only to reorganize again and again.
If it were another Immortal Emperor, even if they could restore Shenzhou's vast lands, they would exhaust their vital energy.
Only Ye Feng could persist.
Pop!
The radiant curtain in the sky suddenly collapsed, and countless thunderbolts vanished. The sky returned to clear.
"Is it over?" Ye Feng sat limply at the peak of Misty Peak, gazing at the cloudless sky, feeling exhausted under the warm sunshine.
Across Shenzhou Continent.
