114: Chapter 114 Soul Cleansing in Yin Soil, Asura Field Opens

Wang Mu stood on a high platform at the edge of the Yin Soil. As the command flag in his hand fell, hundreds of Spirit-Nourishing Formation Plates were buried underground simultaneously, and the Formation patterns extended in all directions along the Earth Veins.

The Formation Hall Disciples were divided into twelve teams, each responsible for an area, first locking the flow of Death Qi, then using the Soul-Cleansing Formation to clean the soil layer by layer.

This project was more difficult than constructing Spirit Plantings. If a Spirit Planting was ruined, one could till the soil and replant, but if Death Qi drilled into the Earth Veins of the Yin Soil, the entire northern region would have to be reprocessed.

Wang Mu divided the Northern Nether Earth into nine areas, establishing an isolation zone on the outermost perimeter, laying out Soul-Cleansing Formations in the middle layer, and temporarily forbidding anyone from entering the core area.

"The Formation Hall must guard the Formation eyes tightly, the Spirit Planting Department shall plant Soul-Cleansing Grass first, and the Medical Cultivator Camp shall guard the perimeter. Whoever dares to skimp on Materials will be dismissed immediately."

The order spread throughout the construction site; no one dared to slack off in the slightest. Everyone had seen the power of the Death Qi in the Skeleton Wasteland, and no one wanted that stuff to enter their own city.

Wang Shan did not participate in the Formation deductions. He led two thousand Martial Masters and five thousand heavy armored troops to garrison the isolation zone. All residual Death Qi cleared from the Yin Soil had to pass through them first.

In the first year, three Death Qi nests in the center of the Yin Soil broke open one after another. Black air currents rushed out from underground, corroding dozens of newly buried Formation Plates.

The young Formation Master responsible for that area lowered his eyes, holding a damaged Formation Plate as he stood before Wang Mu, his throat bobbing up and down. "Commander, there are Death Qi roots underground; ordinary Soul-Cleansing Formations cannot suppress them."

Wang Mu took the Formation Plate, checked the position where the Formation patterns were broken, and glanced at the Earth Vein records. "If you can't suppress it, add more Formations; you are not allowed to bypass it."

"If you bypass one spot, ten more will appear behind it. The Northern Nether Earth cannot have any holes left."

The young Formation Master bit his lip, nodded heavily, and led his people to bring back more Spirit-Nourishing Formation Plates and Earth Vein Harmonizing Stones, digging down inch by inch.

After hearing the news from here, Wang Shan directly summoned five hundred Martial Masters, swinging heavy hammers to smash open the surface and dig out all the Death Qi roots hidden deep inside.

The black roots were still writhing when dug out, emitting a harsh sound upon contact with the air. The heavy armored troops immediately raised their shields to surround them, and Pure Yang Fire Liquid was poured down from all sides.

The fire burned across the ground, incinerating the Death Qi roots into ash. The ash was then sealed into jade bottles with Soul-Cleansing Talismans and sent to the Alchemy Pavilion and the Formation Hall for further analysis.

Wang Shan walked back carrying his heavy hammer, his boot soles stained with black mud. "These things are more annoying than Goblins; you have to dig out the roots after cutting them."

Wang Mu did not look up, his fingers tapping on the ledger of Formation Plate consumption. "Say less; there are forty-seven more spots in the north zone to dig."

Wang Shan's face twitched. He slammed his heavy hammer onto the ground, turned around, and began to walk away. "I'll go dig too; who else is the Commander in the Martial Dao Holy City who is best at digging dirt?"

The Martial Masters nearby were blushing from holding back; no one dared to laugh out loud, so they could only lower their heads and follow their Commander toward the depths of the Yin Soil.

In the fifth year of the Divine Kingdom, the Death Qi on the periphery of the Northern Nether Earth was pressed into the core area, the isolation zone was completely closed, and the first batch of Soul-Cleansing Grass took root in the grayish-black soil.

The Soul-Cleansing Grass did not grow quickly, but it could continuously absorb the nearby Death Qi. The Spirit Planting Department came to harvest it every three days, sending the grass leaves to the Alchemy Pavilion to make Soul-Cleansing Powder.

Leveraging the medicinal properties of Soul Fire Crystals and purple blood vermilion fruit, the Alchemy Pavilion modified the Pill Formula seventeen times in a row, finally refining the first batch of Nourishing Pills that could be used for Divine Soul cleansing.

Wang Mu did not distribute them on a large scale immediately; instead, he first had the Medical Cultivator Camp select wounded soldiers who had been eroded by Death Qi to test the medicine, recording the changes in each person's Divine Soul.

Seven days later, the Divine Soul tremors of the wounded soldiers testing the medicine were significantly reduced, and the True Qi that previously could not circulate stably returned to stability.

The head of the Medical Cultivator Camp held the record book, knuckles gripping the pages, his tone unable to hide his excitement. "Commander, the Yin Soil Soul Power can indeed repair the Divine Soul. As long as the Death Qi is suppressed, the north will become a new key area for Cultivation."

Wang Mu closed the book, a glimmer of light finally appearing in his eyes. "Notify the Formation Hall; the Soul-Nurturing Platform can begin construction."

The Soul-Nurturing Platform was built in the center of the Yin Soil, with Spirit-Nourishing Formation Plates and Soul Power Crystal Pillars buried underground. The platform surface was paved with purified undead bone Materials, and nine layers of Soul-Protecting Formations were set up around it.

Every piece of material underwent multiple inspections; if the residual Death Qi was slightly high, it would be immediately returned to the refining furnace. No one dared to cut corners on this matter.

Wang Pingan's Divine Thought remained suspended in the firmament. He did not intervene in specific matters, only watching as Wang Mu implemented every order.

As the Divine Kingdom developed to this day, Wang Mu was no longer just one of the first citizens who only knew how to deduce Cultivation Techniques. He could manage Spirit Plantings, manage the Hundred Arts, manage military supplies, and could also suppress a new territory.

In the tenth year, the residual Death Qi of the Northern Nether Earth was completely eradicated. After years of cleansing by the Soul-Cleansing Formations and Spirit-Nourishing Formations, the color of the grayish-black soil gradually turned into dark brown.

Pure Soul Power rose from the center of the Yin Soil, flowing along the Earth Veins into the northern cities, the Immortal Dao Ancestral Court, and various academies. Many citizens who Cultivated all year round felt their Divine Souls becoming clearer.

On the day the Soul-Nurturing Platform was completed, Wang Mu stood before the platform himself. The first batch of Purple Mansion Cultivators entered the nine-layered Formation platform according to the roster and sat cross-legged.

Soul Power rose from the bottom of the platform, passed through the Formation patterns, and entered the Sea of Consciousness of the Purple Mansion Cultivators. The Divine Sense that had previously been stuck at a Bottleneck began to expand outward.

A Purple Mansion Cultivator opened his eyes. His Divine Sense passed over the Soul-Nurturing Platform, swept past the Formation Flags a hundred zhang away, and crossed the military camp at the edge of the Yin Soil, his face full of excitement.

"Commander, my Divine Sense can extend three hundred zhang!"

Wang Mu raised his hand to suppress the surrounding cheers. "Record the data. The next batch enters according to physical condition; no scrambling for positions."

The value of the Soul-Nurturing Platform soon became apparent. Purple Mansion Cultivators borrowed the Soul Power to cleanse their Divine Souls, and the distance of their Divine Sense extension continuously increased. Formation control, Alchemy fire control, and Talisman engraving all became more stable.

Large Formations that previously required several Purple Mansion Cultivators to maintain together could now be stably operated by two people, and the efficiency of the Hundred Arts Hall also increased accordingly.

Wang Mu did not reserve the Soul-Nurturing Platform only for Cultivators. Excellent apprentices from the Alchemy Pavilion, Talisman Institute, and Formation Hall were also included in the rotation roster, entering for Cultivation based on their contributions.

"Only when the Divine Soul is strong will the work in your hands not go wrong. What the Divine Kingdom lacks is not a batch of experts; what it lacks is a batch of people who can do things steadily."

This sentence was carved on the outer stone wall of the Soul-Nurturing Platform, visible to all passing citizens. Many young apprentices stood before the stone wall for a long time.

Over in the Martial Dao Holy City, Wang Shan also set his sights on the Yin Soil Soul Power. He initially only wanted to use the north as a mental defense training ground for the legions.

But after the first batch of Martial Masters trained at the edge of the Yin Soil for half a month, Wang Shan discovered that the Soul Power pressure could not only temper the will but also make the Divine Thought connection of the battle Formations tighter.

When ordinary Martial Masters faced mental Spells, they relied on their own Qi and blood and will to withstand them hard. When encountering high-level Divine Soul attacks, the military Formation easily developed gaps.

The battle at the Skeleton Wasteland served as a reminder to Wang Shan. Since the Undead Divine Kingdom dared to use Death Qi to counterattack along the passage, there must be other alien races behind them that were even better at Divine Soul methods.

Wang Shan immediately summoned the military Formation Masters and carved out a large training ground on the west side of the Yin Soil, digging nine circular trenches into the ground and erecting a Black Iron Battle Pillar in the center.

"From now on, this place is called the Shura Field. All Martial Masters must come in and endure it. Whoever cannot withstand the Soul Power pressure, don't say you can go to the front line."

A Martial Master who had just broken through could not help asking: "Commander, when the Soul Power presses down, even the True Qi cannot circulate smoothly. Will training like this damage our Foundation?"

Wang Shan plunged his crimson flame saber into the ground. "Divine Soul attacks on the battlefield won't ask if your Foundation is stable. If you endure one moment more today, you will have one more life tomorrow."

The first batch of five hundred Martial Masters stepped into the Shura Field. The Spirit-Nourishing Formation Plates and the Yin Soil Soul Power were activated simultaneously, and heavy pressure fell upon everyone's Divine Soul.

Many people had just passed the first trench when cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, their internal Qi and blood rampaged, and even their hands holding their blades began to shake.

Wang Shan stood outside the field, not letting anyone stop. "If you can't hold on, retreat; if you retreat, come back tomorrow. Whoever dares to force themselves until they damage their Foundation, I will hang them at the entrance of the military camp first."

Some gritted their teeth and continued forward; some collapsed after reaching the third trench and were immediately carried away by the Medical Cultivator Camp; others retreated outside the field and then turned back to walk in again.

There was no applause in the Shura Field, nor would anyone praise anyone for being brave. Inside, there was only enduring to the limit again and again, and climbing back up again and again.

In the fifteenth year, the first batch of Martial Masters was finally able to maintain a complete battle Formation under the pressure of Soul Power. When the blades were swung, Qi and blood intertwined with Divine Thought.

Wang Shan stood outside the Formation watching for a long while, then raised his hand to give the order. "Immovable Wisdom King Army Formation, begin deduction today."

The Martial Masters stood around the Black Iron Battle Pillar, shield soldiers pressing forward, blade soldiers in the center, and the Martial Masters in the rear poured their own will into the nodes of the battle Formation.

The Yin Soil Soul Power rose from the ground, pressing toward the battle Formation. Sweat was on the faces of all five hundred Martial Masters, but not a single person retreated.

The first round of Formation impact fell, and the battle Formation scattered on the spot. Dozens of Martial Masters were shaken back three steps, their chests heaving. Wang Shan sank his face, carrying his blade into the Formation.

"Scattering so quickly? Don't say you're soldiers led by Wang Shan when you go out. Stand again for me!"

The second round, the third round, the tenth round; the five hundred Martial Masters continuously adjusted their breathing, pace, and the circulation of Qi and blood, and the edges of the battle Formation finally stopped collapsing.

In the eighteenth year, the first Immovable Wisdom King Army Formation was officially formed. Five hundred Martial Masters stood in the center of the Yin Soil. When the Soul Power pressure fell, the battle Formation only swayed a few times before stabilizing again.

Wang Shan stood before the Formation, his eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement. "From now on, whoever wants to use Divine Soul Spells to suppress my battle Formation, ask these lads if they agree first."

Wang Mu walked over from the direction of the Soul-Nurturing Platform, still holding a thick stack of ledgers in his hand. "The Spirit-Nourishing Formation Plates consumed on your side are too fast; the Shura Field must control the rotations."

The excitement on Wang Shan's face diminished a little. "How can Cultivation not spend resources? Once the battle Formation is trained, we will just fight back and earn it back."

Wang Mu looked at him. "Before you fight it back, write the application clearly first. Don't go to the military supplies warehouse with a blade to scare people every time."

Wang Shan opened his mouth, and in the end, just sullenly dropped a sentence. "It's a waste for you to be a Commander; you are suitable for managing the accounting office."

Wang Mu turned a page of the ledger without lifting his eyelids. "I am already managing the accounts."

Wang Shan was silent for a moment, carrying his blade and walking toward the Shura Field, his back showing a bit of suppressed frustration. The Martial Masters behind him finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wang Pingan overlooked the Northern Nether Earth. The pure Soul Power had already merged into the Earth Veins of the Divine Kingdom, and the Soul-Nurturing Platform and the Shura Field also began to operate stably.

The twenty thousand square kilometers of core Origin brought back from the Skeleton Wasteland were finally no longer just spoils of war, but the Foundation for the next transformation of the Divine Kingdom.

The Law of Time was still operating, and the changes in the Northern Nether Earth had only just begun.