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Ke Yin has a problem. Well, several problems.

First, he’s actually Cain from Earth.

Second, he’s stuck in a cultivation world where people don’t just split mountains with a sword strike, they build entire universes inside their souls (and no, it’s not a meditation metaphor).

Third, he’s got a system with a snarky spiritual assistant that lets him possess the recently deceased across dimensions.

And finally, the elders at the Azure Peak Sect are asking why his soul realm contains both demonic cultivation and holy arts? Must be a natural talent.

Expectations:

• MC’s main cultivation method will be plant based and related to World Trees

• Weak to Strong MC

• MC will eventually create his own lifeforms within his soul as well as beings that can cultivate

• Main world is the first world (Azure Peak Sect)

• MC will revisit worlds (extensive world building of multiple realms)

• Time loop elements

• No harem

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Chapter 261: True Life

There was no warning, no gradual buildup, just a sudden tsunami of pure blue sun energy that crashed into me with such force that it would have drove a normal initiate to their knees.

But I had the Genesis Seed, and it responded instantly, spreading its protective branches over my inner world. The energy didn’t so much enter me as it was filtered through the Seed, which absorbed the raw power and purified it before passing it to my inner world’s blue sun.

“That was… intense,” I thought to Azure as I sat down on the cushion and got into the meditative stance that Thara taught me. “I’m beginning to understand why some candidates burn out.”

“The Cerulean Spire appears to be a natural amplifier,” Azure observed. “The concentration of blue sun energy here must be at least ten times greater than in the Meditation Hall.”

During my practice sessions, we’d determined that allowing my blue sun to grow to approximately five times its original size would place me somewhere in the middle of the pack, respectable enough to justify my presence among the candidates but not exceptional enough to win the position of Saint.

Even with the quality and quantity of energy here being significantly higher than in the training halls, the same principle should apply.

The math was straightforward: if everyone’s capacity remained the same but the rate of energy input increased tenfold, then logically, everyone would reach their maximum absorption point in roughly one-tenth the time.

So, instead of using time as our primary metric, we decided to use the blue sun’s growth.

With a target of 5 times the original size confirmed, I settled into the rhythm of meditation. But it wasn’t long before something unexpected began to happen.

The Cerulean Vein, now fully activated and channeling enormous amounts of energy provided to it by my blue sun, started to emit a soft, pulsing glow that spread throughout my inner world.

The light touched the artificial trees I’d created in the Northeast quadrant, and for a moment, they seemed to shiver as if caught in a breeze that didn’t exist. Then color began to seep into the previously monochrome structures. The lifeless wood took on varied hues of brown, from rich mahogany to pale birch. Bark textures became more pronounced, rough and ridged in some places, smooth in others.

Most remarkably, tiny buds appeared at the tips of branches, swelling and then unfurling into delicate leaves that captured the blue sun’s light. What had been mere decorative elements were transforming into living organisms.

“Azure,” I called silently, “are you seeing this?”

“Yes, Master. The Cerulean Vein appears to be channeling life energy into your creations. It’s as if the blue sun energy is awakening potential that was dormant in these forms.”

I watched in wonder as the process continued, spreading from tree to tree throughout the garden quadrant. These weren’t temporary manifestations like the momentary “almost-living” quality the trees had displayed when the blue sun passed over them before.

This was a true transformation, the wooden sculptures were becoming actual trees with functioning biological systems.

“The life comprehension crystal,” I whispered, moving through my inner world to touch one of the newly living trees. Its bark felt warm and slightly rough against my spiritual fingers, a sensation far more complex than the smooth wood of my original creations. “It showed me how to do this, but I didn’t have the ability to attempt it until now.”

“The Cerulean Vein provides the perfect conduit for life realm energy,” Azure nodded. “Its Arboreal Spiral design is naturally attuned to life and growth.”

An idea sparked in my mind. If the blue sun energy channeled through my Cerulean Vein could awaken the dormant potential in my tree sculptures, what else might be possible? Could I actively direct this process rather than merely allowing it to happen spontaneously?

I focused on a small section of the garden quadrant where I had yet to create any sculptures or structures, just bare soil waiting for future projects. Reaching out with my consciousness, I gathered a stream of the blue sun energy being channeled through my Cerulean Vein and directed it toward this empty patch.

I visualized a grove of saplings, not fully formed trees, but young ones just beginning their growth. I remembered what the comprehension crystal had shown me about kindling the first sparks of life, about coaxing complexity from simplicity.

The soil in my inner world contained the elements needed for life, nutrients, minerals, the building blocks of organic matter. What it lacked was the organizing principle, the spark that would arrange these components into a living system.

I concentrated, infusing the visualization with layers of meaning as I had learned to do when creating my Cerulean Vein. Growth. Transformation. The cycle of seasons. The stretching of roots into soil and branches toward light. I poured these concepts into the stream of blue energy, willing it to catalyze the dormant potential in the earth.

For several moments, nothing happened.

Then, gradually, the surface of the soil began to stir. Tiny green shoots pushed upward, unfurling slender stems and miniature leaves. They grew visibly, inches at a time, reaching upward with an almost eager quality. Within minutes, a cluster of saplings stood where there had been only bare ground, their leaves trembling slightly in my inner world’s gentle breeze.

“It worked,” I breathed, amazed at what I had accomplished. “They’re actually alive.”

I moved closer, examining my creations. They weren’t just animations or imitations of life, they were the real thing, with functioning biological processes. I could sense the movement of nutrients from soil to leaves, the respiration occurring in their tissues, the slow but purposeful growth continuing in roots and branches.

“Impressive,” Azure commented, circling the grove of saplings. “Though there’s a limitation you should be aware of.”

I raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

“These plants are surviving primarily because of the constant stream of blue sun energy,” he explained, gesturing toward the glowing Cerulean Vein. “While they’ve achieved biological functions, they’re still dependent on this artificial support. To truly thrive, they’ll need other elements of a complete ecosystem: water cycles, insect pollinators, soil microorganisms, balanced temperatures, and so on.”

He was right, of course. I had created living trees, but not a living ecosystem. The plants might survive for a time on the energy I was providing, but eventually, they would require the complex web of relationships that sustained life in natural environments.

“Let me try something more ambitious,” I said, feeling emboldened by my success.

I redirected my focus to another section of the garden quadrant, this time envisioning not just plants but a more complete microenvironment. I already had the soil and now living plants, what I needed next was water.

In the Northwest quadrant of my inner world, the mountain ranges contained deep valleys that I had designated for future rivers. If I could create actual flowing water in those channels, it might begin the hydrological cycle my growing ecosystem would need.

I concentrated, attempting to draw on the water essence I had absorbed in the past. Water had always been more difficult for me to work with than wood but the principles were similar. Water, like wood, followed patterns. It flowed, it pooled, it evaporated and condensed, creating cycles of movement that sustained life.

Gathering another stream of blue sun energy, I directed it toward the empty river valleys, visualizing clear water welling up from underground springs, collecting into pools, and then flowing downward through the channels toward the garden quadrant.

The results were… underwhelming.

A thin trickle of moisture appeared at the head of one valley, seeping slowly downward like morning dew rather than the robust stream I had envisioned. It moved perhaps a few yards before seeping into the ground and disappearing entirely.

“Not quite the mighty river you were hoping for?” Azure observed with a hint of amusement.

I sighed. “Water is clearly not my strong suit.”

“It’s not necessarily a matter of elemental affinity,” Azure responded. "Remember wha…

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