Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Pseudo·Genesis

"What feeble plants…"

"What’s he doing?"

Wary of Mu Lin’s past exploits, numerous deities kept watch—evil gods and alien deities alike observed his every move.

They witnessed Mu Lin scattering countless fragile seeds.

However the evil gods scrutinized them, these spiritual algae seeds appeared pathetically weak. Not only did they seem harmless against deities, but even the youngest children of their clans could destroy such algae.

This baffled them—why would Mu Lin spread such worthless seeds?

Yet none left their posts. Having witnessed his earth-shaking deeds before, they believed his actions must hold profound purpose despite appearing meaningless.

…

Mu Lin felt the alien deities’ stares but ignored them, wholly focused on his task.

"I decree: Let spiritual algae take root in This Place and multiply without end!"

"BOOM!!!"

His thirty-thousand-meter Giant of Light divine body fused with the nuclear fusion furnace granted him near-limitless power. Channeling this through his powers of life, combined with the algae’s natural rapid reproduction, the barren satellite of Xuanling world began greening visibly.

"Hummm…"

Within three hours, spiritual algae carpeted a small region.

By twelve hours, the entire satellite turned emerald with algae.

And this marked merely day one.

Second day.

"I decree: Spiritual algae shall consume sunlight and exhale spiritual energy with oxygen."

"Whooosh…"

Like sunflowers tilting toward dawn, the algae began absorbing cosmic radiation—sunlight, electromagnetic waves, void energies. As they fed, they expelled spiritual energy through specially engineered pathways.

"Shhh… hisss…"

This cycle persisted through daylight hours.

Come third dawn, Xuanling’s satellite no longer lay barren. Faint spiritual energy wafted through green-tinged air, carrying whispers of vitality.

Yet this fledgling ecosystem remained fragile. The satellite’s weak gravity couldn’t retain spiritual energy, letting it bleed into cosmic void. Toxic energies from space seeped through the unprotected atmosphere, poisoning both algae and their emissions.

Only Mu Lin’s constant infusion of powers of life sustained them. Without his intervention, total extinction would’ve followed swiftly.

Such harsh reality explained why most worlds remained lifeless.

Life is a miracle, and Gaia-like planets are miracles too.

Not all planets orbit their sun at just the right distance with mild temperatures.

Fewer still have proper gravity or protective atmospheric barriers.

Luckily, Mu Lin had accounted for all these dangers.

Within the Time Secret Realm, his ten thousand clones and supercomputer-like mind—processing information thousands of times faster than any ordinary person—gave him ample time to plan.

After endless calculations, he’d simulated and refined solutions.

Now, Mu Lin triggered the hidden genetic mechanisms within the spiritual algae.

"Rustle…"

On the third day, as the Xuanling world’s satellite turned green and emitted spiritual energy, Mu Lin wielded his powers of life again to awaken dormant traits in the algae.

"Let these algae evolve into trees," he declared. "Trees that exhale spiritual energy and turbid energy."

Under his guidance, some algae kept absorbing sunlight while others transformed. New trees sprouted with earth dragon roots that anchored planetary gravity, converting spiritual energy into heavier turbid energy that couldn’t escape into space.

Meanwhile, dandelion-like organisms emerged from the algae. Their lightness carried them skyward—too buoyant for turbid air yet too dense for pure spiritual energy. They drifted until forming a living lattice high above the satellite.

This Skynet took shape over three days. By the fifth day, the mesh trapped spiritual energy below while shielding the surface from cosmic hazards.

Mu Lin didn’t idle during this process. To strengthen the satellite’s defenses, he continuously reshaped its environment through his powers of life. As tasks multiplied, he split into a hundred clones to manage different regions.

"Let waters gather," he commanded on the fourth day. Spiritual algae shifted their energy, birthing lakes that swelled into seas.

"Let forests thrive," he ordered on the fifth day. New trees emerged—fire spirit trees, silver frost trees, aquatic varieties and earth dragon vines—all arranged in precise formations.

When these five-element trees covered the satellite by the sixth day, Mu Lin proclaimed: "Let these trees unite as protectors, bearing fruit for mankind." A shimmering five-element barrier enveloped the world—the second defensive layer capable withstanding divine strikes while providing cultivation resources.

In ancient tales, deities created worlds from nothingness in six days. Mu Lin’s achievement paled in comparison—transforming a dead rock into a living satellite with only flora, no animals or humans.

Yet observers from all races gasped at the moon’s transformation. True Lords and alien gods alike stared slack-jawed as six days turned barren rock into verdant paradise.

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