Su Ming's Halo of Insight was still active. Even under the wave of exhaustion and with his newfound knowledge, he recognized the nature of this energy.
It was of pure creation. It nourished everything it touched, without discrimination.
He could not waste it.
With a single thought of his World Will, Su Ming redirected the purple mist. Instead of letting it scatter into the sky, he pulled it inward, guiding it toward every living thing on White Lotus Peak.
The three herb chambers reacted first. Inside the Yin greenhouse, the Yang greenhouse, and the Yin-Yang Fusion chamber, every planted herb matured in a single breath. Leaves unfurled. Roots deepened. Spiritual patterns bloomed across the stems and petals that should have taken years to develop. The ordinary herb plots on the summit flourished alongside them, their growth accelerated beyond anything natural.
