Sword Forging Manor, Tomb Realm.
All the roads beneath the Mountain Villa had been cleared of ancient tomb ruins, and those construction smiths had been working incredibly hard, hauling bricks.
It seemed that construction and farming were carved into their very bones.
Now, prosperous civilized cities stretched along the roads. The nine continental landmasses and the Four Seas were also home to countless mortal races.
This was already a flourishing and prosperous world.
It was just that Ning Zheng had paid little attention to it over the past two months. After all, what was there worth his attention? It had no distinguishing features—merely pure population breeding. There were plenty of such mediocre worlds throughout the myriad heavens and myriad realms.
Rather than watching over his own farm, he might as well pay some attention to the Nine Continents world and the Chosen of Destiny world. Those places might erupt with some new civilizational transformation and yield something good.
As a god, he had once watched the living beings of the Daoist Era ruled by a Night Emperor in the Chosen of Destiny world.
But afterward, he had found it boring.
Still, every world bubble that fell from a world line was a Parallel World.
As a result, every world had the structure of the Nine Continents and Four Seas. Only the details of their territories differed.
Whoosh!
The gale howled.
Ning Zheng flew onward, looking down at the city-states and markets below.
Every so often, he saw a few players who looked like Daoist immortals, flying on swords and handling the affairs of various villages. In this way, they made the people worship Daoist Temples and gathered Luck Value for Ning Zheng.
This online-game sandbox world was quite fun for the players. Tens of thousands of newcomers had logged in