Yu Ziqing looked towards the east, at the foundation of the Dao Court formed by the piled-up broken tentacles. The broken tentacles inside were almost completely digested in such a short time.
Only a surface layer of at most three feet of Green Soil remained in the east, and the supporting tentacles beneath were only three feet thick.
Meanwhile, the Black Land to the north had also shrunk a bit, and some Black Land seemed to have lost its color, its power.
Yu Ziqing couldn't do much with the Green Soil for the moment, but there was plenty of Black Soil.
All the stored Black Soil was thrown in at once, causing the Black Land to expand three to four times in range, with thickness rising to heights comparable to the central Loess Plateau.
Finally, when the Dao Court was once again stabilized, Yu Ziqing extended a hand, beckoning towards the center.
A stream of light, that brilliance felt like the rank of Deities, filled with a special divine charm.
