Within the mysterious space, Little Broken Ball slowly rotated.
The earth-colored planet's surface was still barren. Compared to before, it had gained a trace of moisture and spiritual energy—very thin, but progress was progress. That dragon had guzzled immortal spring water not merely to quench her thirst, but to nourish the broken ball. Otherwise, it looked so wrinkled and pitiful.
Water was the source of life.
Even without gods, living things would still breed and flourish naturally, but they absolutely could not lack water.
Any place in the world that lacked water could be described as a place where even birds would not shit. Life was cut off there. Even if one crawled before a god statue and offered up one's gallbladder, it would be useless; a well was far more practical.
Thus, a certain Bai often secretly stole immortal spring water to nourish the ball.
Work harder and keep at it. Perhaps someday she could create a Small World, planting grass and trees, raising birds, fish, insects, and beasts. Then she could be a Creator God and maker of all things too, carrying a world with her. The thought alone excited the dragon.
She picked up the monkey and searched for a mountain stream.
She dunked him in the water and scrubbed him back and forth several times, washing away the mud and restoring his original color.
"Let's go. I'll take you to watch some excitement. It's much more interesting than planting rice seedlings. Stop eating water grass~ It's so disgraceful—does the monkey troop back home know what a loss of face you are? Shall we go to the imperial palace and eat delicacies from mountain and sea~"
"Chitter chitter~ No mountain delicacies. I've had enough. I want seafood~"
"Fine, fine, seafood... damn it, where would a landlocked country