At dawn, the sky had yet to fully brighten.
A morning breeze carrying a faint chill blew in through the not-quite-closed window, flipping the notebook on the table open to a fresh new page.
Just as the alarm clock on the bedside table was about to ring, a hand stretched out from beneath the quilt and accurately pressed it off.
"...I shouldn't have drunk so much yesterday."
Letting out a soft breath, Bai Zhi placed the back of his hand against his forehead and squinted up at the ceiling overhead.
By now, more than three days had passed since the Four Directions Gods had restored the Shan Hai Realm's [World Contract].
...It had not been a simple restoration, but a massive undertaking that fed their Mythical Bodies back into the world.
East God Jumang, South God Zhurong, West God Rushou, North God Yu Jiang.
The Four Directions Gods represented not only the four directions, but also the four seasons of the Shan Hai Realm. The gods who had once guarded the realm had made the same decision at that moment.
Using the Wood God's Body as the foundation and the World Contract as the catalyst, they gave every last remnant of their Mythical Bodies completely to that battered, devastated world.
—Only by doing so could they reverse the Shan Hai Realm's harsh environment in the shortest possible time.
At that time, the sky was blue as the sea, and the land stretched on like a painting.
The endless wind and sand turned into spring breezes sweeping across the earth. Fresh shoots emerged once more from barren ground, icy mountains and snowy ridges rose in rolling succession, while flowering trees and lush vegetation layered atop one another like surging emerald waves.
In an instant, it was as though the world had