What they called spreading the Dao was not passing down cultivation methods.
It was spreading the human civilization Bai Ze had preserved, which naturally included cultivation methods as well.
This great calamity had practically scrubbed the world clean. Calling it the destruction of civilization would not have been an exaggeration. It reminded Qin Yi of how people often said that if there were a Third World War, civilization would be destroyed, giving rise to countless literary works exploring wasteland worlds.
The present world was very close to such a wasteland.
It was said that the land had originally been whole, collectively known by later generations as the Great Desolation. Now it had split into eastern and western continents, one being Divine Province and the other the Great Wilderness, though they probably had not yet been named.
The World Tree had originally stood on land as well, but Torch Dragon had moved it to the middle of the sea.
With the world collapsing to such an extent, the myth of hollowing out wood to make boats was playing out in this very age—a history of intelligent life resisting great natural disasters. Many races had perished. Even the Feathered Race had suffered a great catastrophe at this time, and Torch Dragon had given them a helping hand.
At this time, the Phoenix Emperor had most likely been involved in the war against Bangbang and had no time to help the Feathered Race.
Served them right. They did not revere you anymore, did they...? Qin Yi grumbled inwardly. They should just obediently lie in their husband's bed together with the Feathered Race.
In any case, the Immortal-God Calamity had affected the world to such a degree. Qin Yi secretly glanced at Yao Guang beside him, wondering what she truly thought about personally creating