The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

42: Chapter 42 Totem of the State and Abundant HarvestIn the outskirts of the capital, National Disaster-Resistant Breeding Base No. 001.

Everyone here was busy, working tirelessly to breed seedlings that could survive under cataclysmic conditions.

Chen Yan, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Agriculture, squatted on the ridge of Experimental Field No. 1, clutching a dying seedling in his hand.

The old man’s hair was gray, and his back, which used to be straight, had been noticeably bent after only half a day of conducting these breeding experiments. He looked at the withered, shrunken seedling with its blackened roots, his expression grim.

”Minister Chen, stop looking.”

His assistant, Xiao Zhang, handed over a tablet. ”Minister Liu just sent word back from the supreme meeting.”

Chen Yan didn’t take the tablet. Instead, he carefully buried the dead seedling back into the soil and brushed the dust off his hands, his voice raspy. ”What did he say? Is he telling us to speed up, or is he asking us to try planting those potatoes that won’t grow one more time?”

”No...” Xiao Zhang had a peculiar expression. ”Minister Liu said the problem has been solved.”

Chen Yan froze and snapped his head up. ”Solved? The soil pollution is gone? Or has the volcanic ash dispersed?”

”Neither,” Xiao Zhang shook his head. ”Minister Liu said that the mysterious figure who released the Golden Great Wall can cast a skill that will make crops grow instantly across the entire country. He’s going to start in a moment, and we need to be prepared.”

”Crops growing instantly across the country? Even our experimental field here?”

”Yes, that’s what Minister Liu said.”

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment.

He stood up, patted the dirt off his pants, and pointed at the wilted crops around them. ”I can understand crops growing if the land in Dragon Summer is healthy, but this experimental field is cataclysmic land. Can it grow here?”

”In this experimental field, the efficiency of photosynthesis is currently less than ten percent, heavy metals in the soil exceed standards, and the pH balance is completely off. Even with the help of A-rank professionals, we haven’t achieved any results after all this effort!”

Chen Yan’s face was full of disbelief. ”If crops can grow here, I’ll write my name, Chen Yan, backward! I’ll even eat the mud from this experimental field raw!”

Just as he finished speaking.

The red lights in the base suddenly began to flash.

The alarms representing abnormal instrument readings let out a sharp, piercing wail.

”What’s happening? Where’s the anomaly?” Chen Yan instinctively ran toward the control room.

...

Kunlun Palace.

A primitive and desolate totem pole floated in front of Su Yun.

This pole didn’t have the plastic-like texture of previous ones; its entire body possessed a warm, bronze luster. It wasn’t carved with ferocious beast heads, but was instead covered in ancient scenes of farming.

There were people practicing slash-and-burn agriculture, someone tasting a hundred herbs, and another teaching the masses how to identify the five grains.

As the images shifted, it felt as if a river named ’Civilization’ was flowing quietly along the pole. The roots of Huaxia civilization were not in the sword, but in the soil.

[Judging... Talent ’Territory is Domain’ intervening.]

[Judgment passed. Current coverage: 9.6 million square kilometers + territorial waters.]

[Skill energy level detected as too low to match current range... Extracting historical heritage... Reshaping concept...]

[Extraction targets: Shennong, Houji, Elder Yuan...]

[Extraction concepts: Food is the people’s heaven, full granaries, bountiful harvest...]

In the Void Realm outside Kunlun Palace, a massive phantom vaguely emerged. It was an old man who had tasted all the herbs, a farmer stooped over a ridge, a collective entity of countless commoners who had longed for warmth and food on this land for thousands of years.

The phantom slowly raised its hand and scattered golden points of light toward the earth.

[Skill mutation complete.]

[Totem of the State · Bountiful Harvest of All Things]

[Description: Shennong tasted the hundred herbs, and Houji taught the people how to sow and reap. This is the foundation of the state, the root of ten thousand generations. Within our territory, whether permafrost or desert, scorched earth or ruins, all shall become fertile fields.]

[Effect: Forcibly awakens the vitality of the land, granting plants ’concept-level’ growth rights. Ignores physical limitations such as light, temperature, and soil toxicity. Growth cycle reduced by 99.9999%, yield increased by 1000%, and the resulting crops possess extremely high nutritional value and mental soothing effects.]

[Current cost: 100 Mana (deducted), upkeep cost: 0 (due to ’State’ trait, cost is compensated by national fortune).]

[Note: If I tell you to grow, you must grow; even the Heavens cannot stop it.]

Buzz—!

A green ripple, invisible to the naked eye, centered on Kunlun Palace and instantly swept across the earth’s surface. It penetrated walls, mountains, and rivers, sweeping across every inch of the 9.6 million square kilometers of land and territorial waters within a single second.

...

Base No. 001.

The technicians in the control room were checking various pieces of equipment.

”Minister Chen! The monitors are broken!” a technician shouted anxiously as Chen Yan rushed in.

”Where are they broken?”

”They’re all broken! Look at this soil nutrient monitor!” The technician pointed at the large screen, where the values were a deep, bruised purple. ”A second ago, the activity of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium in the soil suddenly surged ten thousand times! No, it’s like the land has come alive! The soil’s fertility is erupting!”

”And this! The plant growth hormone concentration is off the charts! The values... the values have overflowed!”

Chen Yan stared at the screen that was entirely red, his mind buzzing. Before he could even open his mouth to curse, his ears suddenly caught a strange sound.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle.

It was very light at first, like silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves, fine and gentle.

Then the sound grew louder, like heavy raindrops hitting plantain leaves, rapid and cheerful.

Finally, the sound converged into a tsunami-like roar, as if it were a symphony of countless lives cheering!

”What is that sound?” Xiao Zhang looked around in terror.

Chen Yan didn’t speak.

He stood as if struck by lightning, stiffly turning his neck to look at the glass window behind him.

In that moment, this old scientist who had dealt with the land his entire life felt his materialistic worldview being smashed to pieces by a sledgehammer, shattered so thoroughly they could never be put back together.

Outside the window, in Experimental Field No. 1.

That withered yellow seedling he had just judged to be ”certainly dead” was surging upward in an extremely arrogant and unreasonable manner.

In the first second, the withered yellow faded, and emerald green exploded forth.

It was a green of life so rich it wouldn’t disperse, directly driving away the surrounding gray Death Qi. The seedling, which had only been finger-long, shot up to knee-height in the blink of an eye.

In the second second, it began tillering and jointing.

Amidst a series of crackling sounds, this was hardly plant growth—it was like the Hulk transforming! The thick stalks instantly burst through the hard soil, and the green leaves were like swords piercing the sky.

In the third second, it was heading, flowering, and grain-filling.

No sunlight?

The rice ears were glowing themselves!

It was a faint golden halo, and every grain was becoming plump and round at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A life cycle that originally required three months to complete was compressed into a mere ten seconds.

The tenth second.

The wind stopped.

The experimental field, which had been dark and dead, had now turned into a golden ocean.

Heavy rice ears bowed their heads, each cluster two or three times larger than ordinary rice ears, their golden husks shimmering with an enticing luster under the grow lights.

A fragrance unique to fresh rice aggressively forced its way into everyone’s nostrils.