Then, a large bag of something flew through the air, landing in his hand.
It was a heavy bag of seeds, containing a variety of vegetables and fruits.
Although Shen Zhou had previously grown various plants naturally, sprouting from the master of all trees, the Hongmeng Tree, he couldn't cultivate vegetable and fruit seeds.
After all, those had been cultivated and improved by the people of China for thousands of years and had become less natural, necessarily requiring seeds.
Shen Zhou placed the bag of seeds at his feet, pointed to the empty plot of land, and said indifferently, "Condense more fertile soil for me."
His voice sounded like a leisurely bell ringing in the night sky.
It seemed as if the earth obeyed the Divine Doctor's command, and before long, magical waves rolled up, churning like the sea.
Soon, a large stretch of fertile land piled up on the flat, roughly thirty-acre empty plot.
Shen Zhou pointed again, "Divide it into several blocks for me."
