As the sky began to darken, clusters of campfires had already been lit.
Not only could they drive away the night and cold, they could also provide light and ward off wild beasts.
Yet unlike the wood-based fuel used in most worlds, the campfires of this world relied not only on various liquid and solid fuels for illumination, but also on all kinds of Sun Flowers.
"This can't really be called a Sun Flower anymore, can it?"
In the center of the camp, a Lighthouse was slowly being raised.
Half a day ago, it had only been a little over three meters long. Tied to the back of a large pack beast, it had looked like a thin, withered tree.
But after being watered and fertilized, and after a Professional suspected of being a Gardener performed a bizarre ritual dance around it for half the day, it had transformed into a true Lighthouse.
Its roots, planted in the heart of the camp, burrowed deep into the earth as it slowly grew to around five meters tall, its trunk becoming much thicker as well.
Its branches and leaves spread out, and tiny sparks floated from them, scattering light and warmth.
At the top of the tree, crystalline blooms radiated sun-colored brilliance. While dispelling the darkness, they also faintly soothed people's restless hearts.
"...Interesting."
The little flames drifted with the wind. When touched, they brought only warmth rather than burning heat. They were flame-like mimetic structures.
As he let those "flames" drift across his palm, Lu PingAn could sense that they were wooden "leaves" slowly breathing, gradually converting biological energy into heat.
Countless sparks had already gathered around Lu PingAn. This was the expensive Ariel Lighthouse's friendly gesture toward its creator.
When Lu PingAn lightly touched its treetop with his mental power,