The paddy rice finally yielded 388 grains.
Without a second thought, all of it was planted.
Eight grains were planted in the spiritual suppression formation, in an environment devoid of spiritual energy; eighty grains were sent back to the Seven-Colored Plains to be cultivated.
The remaining 300 grains were planted directly in the natural environment of the Taiyuan Continent, without any protection.
And these 300 seeds were divided into three batches.
The first batch was planted using the ordinary mortal method, without the aid of the Spiritual Planting Technique or nourishment from the Spiritual Field Formation.
The second batch, Yang Hong entrusted to Song Yuzhi for cultivation, with nourishment from the Spiritual Field Formation, and she was also instructed to tend to it using the Spiritual Planting Technique.
The last batch, a mere 20 grains, was brought by him to the newly constructed Seven-Colored Plains – the Qingxun Plains.
Seated at the Tian Shu position, Yang Hong transmitted an order throughout the entire plain via the Seven-Star Gathering Spiritual Formation:
"Disciples of Qingxun Plains, heed my command, leave immediately, and do not enter without my permission."
"As you command~"
The disciples of Qingfeng Villa, regardless of what they were doing on the plains, obeyed unconditionally, put down their tasks, and departed.
Many disciples abandoned the demonic beasts they were about to kill, and soared into the sky on their swords.
However, Qingxun Plains was not solely inhabited by disciples of Qingfeng Villa.
Aside from mortals, there were numerous cultivators on Qingxun Plains. As it was a newly established Seven-Colored Plains, not yet officially developed, there were over a hundred thousand rogue cultivators and disciples from other sects, engaging in training and hunting.
To ensure his disciples had sufficient combat experience, Yang Hong had cultivated over a million various demonic beasts on this plain, which attracted a large number of cultivators to poach.
Upon hearing Yang Hong's words, most of the low-level cultivators among these amassed cultivators, their first thought was that the sect leader of Qingfeng Villa intended to annihilate them.
Immediately, the vast majority of cultivators, riding their flying swords, fled outwards with all their might.
But there were also some cultivators who remained indifferent, finding a place to hide. There were even some audacious fools who dug holes to conceal themselves.
Yang Hong, witnessing this scene through the formation and his divine sense, could only shake his head in disdain and then waited for the obedient cultivators to leave.
The disciples of Qingfeng Villa could use the teleportation array to leave swiftly; however, the more numerous rogue cultivators and disciples from other sects could only fly away slowly on their swords.
Though cultivators could traverse a hundred li in an instant or a thousand li in an instant with their swords, leaving such a vast plain spanning ten million li was not so easy.
It was only because of Yang Hong's kindness that he did not instantly exterminate all over a hundred thousand trespassing cultivators.
Those who waited for seven days, and coincidentally recovered some cultivation, after all the cultivators who intended to leave had departed, Yang Hong commenced his operation.
The twenty grains of paddy rice were gently dropped. The rule of creation was injected into the Seven-Star Gathering Spiritual Formation, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth slowly gathered. Subsequently, the stellar energy from the cosmic starry sky outside the Taiyuan Realm was also drawn in.
The twenty grains of paddy rice began to sprout, and visibly grew.
The spiritual plants and demonic beasts of the entire Qingxun Plains, under the influence of this law-level rule of creation, began to accelerate their growth and development.
All the cultivators who had not yet left Qingxun Plains were filled with surprise and joy. They suddenly discovered that their rate of absorbing spiritual energy had increased a hundredfold, and the difficulty of cultivation had decreased a hundredfold.
"Hahaha~ I knew Qingxun Plains was extraordinary, otherwise, why would Sect Leader Yang drive people away!"
"Hiss~ This is too f**king awesome. In just one day, I've broken through a level of cultivation."
"Heh heh~ I'm not talented, but I've just broken through from the Qi Refining stage to the Foundation Establishment stage. I didn't even need a Foundation Establishment Pill and faced no bottlenecks. I broke through with ease."
"Waaaaahaha~ I broke through~ I broke through too. I broke through to the Golden Core stage!"
"Wuwu~ I was nearing the end of my lifespan, but under this spiritual energy baptism, I've actually broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. I now have 2000 years of lifespan. I'm going to ascend to immortality!"
As Yang Hong continuously spread the law of creation throughout Qingxun Plains, almost all cultivators were breaking through, and all cultivators entered a state of cultivation.
Yang Hong naturally saw this scene, but he merely smiled disdainfully.
Rapidly advancing one's cultivation came at a price.
As the law of creation continued to integrate into the Seven-Star Gathering Spiritual Formation, the spiritual energy concentration of the entire Qingxun Plains rapidly increased.
In just thirty days, the spiritual energy concentration of Qingxun Plains skyrocketed from 90 points of a fifth-tier spiritual land to 210 points of an eighth-tier spiritual land, more than doubling.
Tribulation clouds occasionally gathered over the plains, and cultivators were occasionally reduced to ashes.
Rapid advancement in cultivation meant unstable foundations.
Cultivators with unstable foundations who suddenly encountered an unexpected lightning tribulation naturally had only death awaiting them.
There were no exceptions.
The spiritual energy they had absorbed before was returned to heaven and earth.
Outside Qingxun Plains, several Foundation Establishment cultivators, watching the falling tribulation lightning and another fellow Daoist reduced to ashes before their eyes, felt uneasy.
"Phew, it's a good thing I suppressed my greedy thoughts and left in time. Otherwise, I would have also died under the tribulation lightning."
"Indeed, it turns out opportunity is also a crisis."
"Alright, stop the nonsense. Let's leave quickly. Who knows what other dangers might arise."
"Let's get out of here~"
"Let's go."
Where some left, others entered. After observing that Qingxun Plains was safe, some cultivators who had fled earlier could not resist the temptation and re-entered Qingxun Plains.
At this moment, the 20 stalks of paddy rice were completely mature, and the grains were so ripe that they began to fall automatically.
Yang Hong extended his divine sense, scattering the falling grains. He then used his divine sense as a shovel to plant these grains.
Perhaps due to the nourishment of the law of creation, these 20 stalks of paddy rice produced 8264 grains, all of which were stable ordinary ninth-grade plant seeds with stable spiritual energy.
"Excellent, my prediction was correct, and my control over spiritual energy is also fine. No evolution occurred."
"The time is ripe, then let's begin."
Glancing at the newly planted grains, and looking around to ensure the surrounding environment was suitable for paddy rice growth, Yang Hong closed his eyes.
A faint seven-colored radiance enveloped the entire Qingxun Plains. To prevent the diffusion of the laws, he first activated the plain's defensive formation.
Subsequently, a profound and mysterious law permeated the entire Qingxun Plains. It seemed as if the wind in this world was blowing faster, and the spiritual energy was flowing more rapidly.
The cultivators from outside who were still lingering were all ecstatically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
They did not realize that Qingxun Plains had already been separated from the outside world.
"Hahaha~ I've also broken through to the Golden Core stage, and now I have 800 years of lifespan."
A young cultivator in the Fusion stage, who had just reached the Golden Core stage, exclaimed excitedly, unaware that his hair had already turned white.
Excited, he paid no mind to anything else and began to meditate and cultivate, absorbing spiritual energy.
The sun was still the same sun, rising and setting as usual.
Seven sunrises later, this cultivator, who had advanced to Golden Core, was now white-haired and unable to walk. He was crawling with trembling hands and feet towards the boundary of Qingxun Plains.
In the distance, several withered bones lay scattered on the ground with a clatter as the breeze blew.
The law of time acceleration – Instant Hundred Years!
The only divine ability of time law mastered by Yang Hong.
While only seven days had passed in the outside world, seven hundred years had elapsed within Qingxun Plains!
This was the terrifying nature of the law of time.
The paddy rice remained ordinary ninth-grade quality, without evolution, but it had already filled an area of a thousand li, and each stalk could produce a stable yield of over 400 grains.
If nothing unexpected happened, Yang Hong would continue to plant it.
Because there was an "if," trouble found him again.