Published at 7th of May 2026 7:06 am

Chapter 1839: Repairing Method

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As soon as Wang Wei entered his seclusion room, he deployed the Holy Son Mansion to hide his actions from Heaven and Earth. Now that he suspects Death Reverence of plotting from the shadows, he also entered his semi-paranoid state to ensure nothing happens.

After feeling somewhat safe, Wang Wei focused on his healing by observing the state of his [Existence]. His expression immediately turned grave. In the short few hours spent searching for Death Reverence, the situation of his [Perfect Foundation] had aggravated.

"I need to stabilize the situation first," Wang Wei thought. Without hesitation, he checked all the Saint materials he had acquired, searching for a healing pill to address his situation. Luckily for him, due to the existence of the Saint Will, battles in the Saint Realm are dangerous because every minor injury is an [Existence Injury]. In response to this, all Saint Healing Pills target [Existence].

Wang Wei took one of the best pills and prepared to stabilize his situation. However, just as he was about to swallow it, he sensed something and looked in the distance. Timeline NP89076H was gone. Before the Source Qi Cardinal forcefully captured him, Wang Wei had secretly left Maitreya’s True Self Heart Devil in that timeline to utilize the world’s destruction to eliminate all the causality connected to it. Now, he sensed the heart devil was no more, which meant the timeline was gone.

"After living in the cultivation world for so long, I’ve become indifferent to life and death. Anyone not connected to me is just insignificant. But, even so, after thinking about the number of lives that died in the erasure makes me pause a bit," Wang Wei thought. All those lives were lost because he threw a tantrum. He has survived the plot with no injury, just bruises to his ego. So, did he need to go to such an extreme?

"Maybe not," Wang Wei thought. "But I don’t regret my actions." His life and cultivation path reign above everything else — including all sentient beings in existence. Grand Dao needed to be reminded of what he was capable of when he chose to throw all caution to the wind.

Wang Wei never expected Grand Dao to stop trying to kill him. Their differences seemed irreconcilable. However, the next time she plans to do something, Grand Dao will have no choice but to be measured in her actions. And because she has to take into account what Wang Wei’s counterattack will be if she fails. That slight hesitation, that slight delay, is enough to buy Wang Wei plenty of time and even force Grand Dao to ease the pressure she can exert on him.

Exhaling deeply to focus his mind, Wang Wei glanced at the pill in his hand. Saint Pills have a lot of energy, meaning that even with his current Fiendgod Ancestral Realm, he would probably explode if he took an entire pill. So, Wang Wei calculated the limit his body and soul could bear before cutting a small piece from the pill; especially, he cut off one-thirtieth of it.

The potent herbal injury immediately started nourishing his [Existence]. Taking advantage of the situation, Wang Wei directed most of the power into his Perfect Foundation to stabilize the situation. Right now, the last thing he wanted was to lose this Saint Foundation. In some ways, this one was even more valuable than the third; the perfect foundation provides safety and backup in case Wang Wei failed his Saintification Ascension. As confident as Wang Wei was, he appreciated the opportunity for a second attempt.

The ebb and flow of the River of Time was already meaningless to [Immortals], let alone a Quasi-Saint such as Wang Wei. As such, a few yuan epochs passed by before his injuries finally stabilized. Now, he can focus on truly repairing the damage.

"Finally, I can breathe a little," Wang Wei muttered as he opened his eyes and exhaled deeply. His expression was still as pale as the whitest of snow, but the listless aura surrounding him was mostly gone. Now, he can proceed to the next step.

The plan to repair his Saint Foundation was not as simple as swallowing a pill. The Heaven Splitting Holy Land had a few such pills, and Wang Wei acquired a few dozen bottles. Technically speaking, those pills could solve the issue, but Wang Wei understood that only using pills would never perfectly fix his first Saint Foundation. If he uses this approach, the Perfect Foundation will only regain 40% — maybe 50% — of its effect. So, he created a multi-step plan to ensure absolute success.

First, Wang Wei took a Saint herb called the Three Pure Leaf; it’s grown from the heart of a dead Saint, and its main purpose is to provide a significant amount of the purest energy. Because of its ability, this herb is used as a supplementary ingredient for many Saint Pills.

Accessing his Grandmist World, Wang Wei created a brand new continent — a brand new world — isolated from the Creation Life already existing. He then planted a couple of Three Pure Leaf throughout the continent, using them as a spiritual garden. Wang Wei swallowed a small piece of a Saint Pill before irrigating the entire world with his own blood. But he wasn’t using regular blood — he was using blood that contained the concept of [Perfection] from his foundation.

The process was torturous as each milliliter of blood further aggravated the collapse of his Saint Foundation. The pain was unbearable; it was like having someone scrape pieces of bone tissue from his body without any anesthesia. Regardless, Wang Wei preserved and continued the irrigation process. The pill’s potency and the previous preventive measures prevented the foundation from collapsing until the process ended.

After taking a moment to rest, he proceeded with the last step. Dividing the world into seven regions, Wang Wei began using the Grandmist Qi — which contains the power of Creation — to create a new race. Modeled after treants, the humanoid trees slowly materialized in this new world.

The process wasn’t easy because each of the Treants contained a [Seed of Perfection] as the foundation of their existence. Then, by absorbing the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, by perfecting their souls, and comprehending the Dao of Perfection, they can grow.

For his plan to work, Wang Wei needed this race to do three things: grow, reproduce, and die. The growth and dying part was easy. These creatures were born with a perfect cultivation system in mind; the environment had plenty of energy for their cultivation due to the Three Pure Leaf, and they possessed amazing talents because they were created from a Saint Spiritual Herb and the very concept of perfection.

Unfortunately, it’s because this race was born with such great talent and considered themselves perfect that they felt no need to reproduce. Not to mention that Wang Wei designed them to reproduce asexually, and each time they do, they must divide the [Seed of Perfection] into two. In other words, reproducing was the same as cutting their cultivation in half.

Wang Wei had a simple solution to this problem: he made reproduction the most pleasurable thing in the world. As long as one of the treants meets the requirement, they will feel compelled to do it. And once they succumb to that urge, the intense pleasure of dividing their seed will be something they could never forget.

"Done," Wang Wei thought as he looked at the final result. This continent had 5 regions, each with a race of treants of different colors. The white treants live in the central region; the blue are located in the east; the red in the west; the black treant in the north; and the yellow treant in the south.

Wang Wei calmly observed them, and for many years, the lives of this race were absurd. The Innate Treants were born as tiny saplings. They contemplated the truths of Heaven and Earth, absorbed spiritual energy, and grew into towering creatures. Then, at some point in their life, the urge to reproduce overwhelmed their mind and they succumbed. After finding such pleasure, nothing else mattered.

The treants were innately arrogant, but peaceful. Isolated in their region, unaware of each other’s presence, their civilization continued peacefully indulging in their vices. Then, after their population reached a certain level, they encountered the other color treants.

Everything changed. One idea their creator instilled in them was that they were born perfect. Hence their innate arrogance. However, after meeting the other treants, this race could not help but ask: which of them is the true perfect one? Which of the five colors is truly the perfect color?

A simple question, isn’t it? But that simple question led to chaos worldwide. Not one race could convince the other, and what happened next was evident: war. The only way to prove which race is the true perfect one was to kill the others and prove their supremacy.

Of course, it did not help when these creatures realized that killing the other race would allow them to absorb each other’s [Seed of Perfection].

"The catalyst for the war has been activated," Wang Wei thought. Everything was proceeding smoothly.

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