The moment his mind became linked with the entire Small World, Yang Kai immediately realized that his earlier intuition had been correct.
The Small World was sending out an intense wave of longing toward that sliver of imprisoned Heavenly Might, craving to use it to repair its damaged areas. This was the will of this small world's Heavenly Dao.
It was like an injured person instinctively reacting upon seeing a healing pill.
Yang Kai was secretly delighted, though his expression remained perfectly composed. His eyes were shut tight, yet his hands were ceaselessly weaving profound spiritual seals.
What exactly these seals were, he had no idea. He didn't even know what he was doing. He was simply following the will of the Small World's Heavenly Dao, and his body had autonomously begun responding on its own.
Seal after seal was struck from his palms, slamming into the imprisoned Heavenly Might suspended in midair. Soon, the streamer-like Heavenly Might was surrounded by densely packed seals.
At the same time, the Heavenly Might that had been struggling ceaselessly stopped resisting.
At some point, Yang Kai suddenly opened his eyes and let out a low shout: "Release!"
The words had barely left his lips when the imprisoned Heavenly Might erupted violently, breaking apart into countless finer streams of light—like a firework exploding across the sky, blooming with dazzling beauty—splitting into innumerable rays that radiated to every corner of the Small World.
The streams of light dispersed and sank into the Small World, vanishing one by one.
The damaged Small World seemed to receive an immense nourishment, and the entire world buzzed with excitement.
The areas that had been collapsing came to a halt. Heaven and earth separated once more, clear and bright, the chaos gone.
As time passed, the rifts in the earth were smoothed over, and the ravaged landscape began to transform. The lifeless Small World inexplicably gained a stirring spark of vitality.
The vast amount of fragmented Origin Power he had previously devoured in the Origin Sea now seemed to undergo a wondrous transformation of its own, rapidly merging into the Small World and converting into clear strands of Heavenly Laws, fortifying the Small World's foundation.
Wind rose. Clouds surged. Thunder rumbled. Lightning flashed. Rain fell. Sprouts emerged.
The entire Small World was like a newborn, brimming with exuberant life everywhere. Even the exotic flowers and rare herbs planted in the herb garden began to sway gracefully.
How long the process lasted, he couldn't say.
Only when everything had settled did Yang Kai suddenly feel his consciousness sever its connection with the Small World, awakening from that wondrous sensation.
He looked around. The Small World was still the same Small World, but the desolation was gone. Compared to before, it was actually even more impressive.
Yang Kai could clearly sense that the Heavenly Laws within the Small World had grown more complete. Although they still couldn't compare to a true Great World, they were incomparably better than before.
Heavenly Might could actually cause the Small World to evolve? Yang Kai raised his eyebrows, a hint of joy creeping onto his face.
His Small World had never been complete—this was something Yang Kai had always known. He simply hadn't known how to make it comparable to a true Great World. But after this experiment, he seemed to have groped his way toward a useful lead.
A single sliver of Heavenly Might had produced such tremendous changes and refined the Heavenly Laws so significantly. If he could obtain more Heavenly Might, couldn't he make the Small World truly perfect?
When that time came, this would be a sacred cultivation ground. One could cultivate to the limit here and undergo the baptism of Heavenly energy, breaking through and advancing right within.
But Heavenly Might was something that came by fortune alone, utterly unobtainable on demand. Without reaching the level of Great Emperor, one couldn't even begin to comprehend it. At Yang Kai's current cultivation of the first-order Emperor Realm, he could only look on in helpless admiration.
Still, at least he now had a direction. Yang Kai felt quite heartened.
He conducted one final, thorough examination of the Small World, confirming that this small realm truly harbored no hidden dangers and was in fact better than before. Only then did he truly put his mind at ease.
He wondered how Liu Yan was doing outside.
His consciousness stirred, and he withdrew from the Small World, returning to the outside world.
"Brother Yang!"
He had barely reappeared when Mo Xiaoqi's voice reached his ears.
Yang Kai turned toward the sound and saw that Mo Xiaoqi and Zhang Ruoxi had both awakened, and they appeared to be in decent condition with no lingering problems.
He smiled faintly and said, "You're awake."
Mo Xiaoqi asked, "Brother Yang, why did you come to the Purple Moon Wasteland? Has the Shattered Star Sea closed? What happened after that? Who sealed my Sacred Soul for me? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She fired off a barrage of questions in rapid succession, her face tense and uneasy. It was clear she knew that her loss of consciousness had been related to the unsealing of her Sacred Soul, but she had absolutely no memory of what had happened afterward.
Yang Kai glanced in surprise toward the Dharma Avatar standing not far away. "You didn't explain anything to her?"