The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 12: Heaven and Earth Transformation

Vol 2 Chapter 12: Heaven and Earth Transformation

The earth shook and mountains trembled, while the heavens rose upward.

Mount Dishan actually grew a divine pillar that continuously increased in height and thickness, as if trying to pierce the sky, with countless incomprehensible transformations occurring upon it.

Just by looking upward, some people found themselves moved to tears, feeling their bodies undergoing purification.

"My spine feels so itchy—it's moving on its own, realigning itself!"

"So this is how it is! All our cultivation over these years has been wrong! We don't need to imitate the Demon Race—we humans already possess the world's most powerful organs."

"Supporting heaven and propping up earth, transforming into dragons to ascend as immortals, climbing step by step—this is the true path! This is the correct cultivation method!"

Meanwhile at the mountain's base, Mo Wen could sense something resembling a spirit root deeply embedding itself into the earth, spreading wildly.

It gathered again, regulating the spiritual energy within the nation's borders, arranging heat from the earth's depths, channeling the power of human hearts into it, nurturing everything upon this land.

Previously, the Dao Institute had studied feng shui and ley lines, but from this day forward, ley line studies would likely become a new required subject at the institute.Further away, every river within the Chenyao Dynasty's territory began their own transformations. Anyone who had examined Mo Wen's body would recognize they were shifting toward the form of "meridians."

Torrents grew more violent, shattering all forces attempting to obstruct them. Stagnant waters either evaporated completely or were reconnected, while fish and shrimp in the waters visibly strengthened, with some fish even transforming into flying elongated creatures the moment they crossed certain natural barriers.

But these violent water system changes would cause countless deaths—this was not good.

The instant Mo Wen conceived this thought, they underwent a second transformation.

Flood waves that would have washed away human settlements suddenly changed direction, autonomously carving new paths through the land as intricate, stable tributaries meandered into existence, flowing gently through original river courses.

Lakes large and small accumulated power like dantian energy reservoirs, some remaining calm while others developed whirlpools and manifested various strange phenomena.

The mountains too were changing.

Divine craftsmanship from a powerful world reshaped this realm people had taken for granted.

Barren mountain ranges imitated Mo Wen's internal organs, growing new caves. Mimicking his bones, they rose and fell in succession, creating countless locations that would be considered secret realms in other worlds.

Extremely cold caverns with chilling flames within, valleys whose internal space far exceeded their external size, upside-down suspended mountains...

The starry sky glittered, wanting to shift positions again, but the accumulated power of humanity had been completely exhausted.

The transformations gradually ceased.

Mo Wen could sense that many of his unique traits weren't applicable to this world, while others required accumulated power to manifest later. But now he could directly sense this land in ways surpassing all previous emperors, even touching the edges of this world.

The connection between heaven and humanity used human principles to influence heaven and earth, which then affected the entire small world. Now, having sensed Mo Wen's superhuman principles, this influence was slowly strengthening, intending to bring the entire small world under control, truly replacing heaven with humanity.

This "world" was smaller than any he had experienced before.

Or more accurately, this was "one small world within the complete world," abbreviated as "small world."

Or more accurately, this was "one small world within the complete world," abbreviated as "small world."

Beyond the Chenyao Dynasty that Mo Wen could perceive in detail lay vast barren mountains, deserts, and slowly expanding land. Beyond the land stretched endless oceans, and beyond the seas existed something he couldn't define as either void or darkness.

Everything within this small world continuously drew power from beyond the world. The sun wasn't undergoing fusion reactions but served as the main conduit, while the myriad stars formed a second energy absorption system beyond the sun. Living creatures within the world comprised the third and most growth-capable energy absorption system.

Heaven, earth, and humanity growing together—Mo Wen was witnessing such wonder for the first time.

However, besides this small world, were there no other worlds in this realm?

Using his connection between heaven and humanity perspective, Mo Wen tried to see through the darkness, but piercing one layer revealed only more darkness, with no other small worlds visible.

Was this realm inherently so desolate, with each small world extremely distant from others, or was this darkness an obstruction, an enemy?

The darkness remained silent, offering no response no matter how Mo Wen observed it. Everything else connected through his heavenly-human connection transmitted no hostility, only a distinct, inexplicable sense of crisis.

Regardless, the most crucial task remained actively addressing internal problems and preparing for battle.

Thus the first step would be the Demon Race's submission.

Mo Wen sheathed his blade and returned to the sky.

Long Yunshui, who didn't understand what was happening but felt they should maintain appearances, ascended into the sky, coiling behind Mo Wen like a guardian spirit as they together looked down upon the kneeling subjects.

Mo Wen said calmly, "Demon Race, step forward."

Some demons who hadn't undergone human-form modification, only making slight disguises, lowered their heads and slowly emerged from the crowd.

Mo Wen wasn't satisfied, his tone cooling by a degree: "Demon Race, step forward!"

Some human-form demons still trying to hide suddenly felt terrifying pressure descend upon them.

Their organs abruptly stopped functioning, minds going blank as if they had died for several moments. Only when the pressure dissipated did they return to awareness, finding themselves drenched in sweat of survival.

If others had discovered them through different means, they would have fought desperately, at least ensuring their bodies vanished without evidence. But facing this new emperor who seemed to comprehend everything, they stepped forward with humiliation and fear, awaiting judgment.

Would it be swift execution, imprisonment for torture, or cruel punishment declaring humanity's intent to slaughter the hard-united Demon Race?

No matter how sage-like previous emperors were portrayed in human legends, they understood those were human emperors, not demon emperors. They believed the emperor understood why so many disguised demons came to witness the ceremony.

If assassination attempts threatened death or dignity, Mo Wen would indeed choose counterattack.

But to him, the current situation posed no more danger than a kitten glaring fiercely, intending to strike his shoes with paw pads, only to be lifted by the scruff.

Looking down at the demon crowd, he declared: "All intelligent beings under heaven willing to submit to this emperor shall become my subjects. Do you pledge allegiance?"

Those demons who lacked understanding of accumulated blood debts yet recognized Mo Wen's power appeared almost ecstatic, while those bearing blood debts found it difficult to raise their heads before such power.

But they all looked toward Huang Linger, hoping their divine-blooded demon emperor would provide a satisfactory answer.

Under Mo Wen's pressure, Huang Linger couldn't lift her head to look up, but she still managed to maintain a tone of neither humility nor arrogance: "We of the Demon Race are willing to submit."

Mo Wen nodded: "Good."