Kalimdor Continent, Darkshore.
The weather here remained dreary and rainy all day long. The World Tree Teldrassil standing above sea level and the Night Elf capital of Darnassus continued as usual.
Suramar City had returned once more and continued to slowly orbit the World Tree Teldrassil. The Night Elves had already grown accustomed to it.
After returning, Boss Hu continued being a hands-off boss. He did not meddle in politics. Every day, he either ate and drank idly or carried a small folding stool to Oakhaven Docks in the Darkshore region, where he sat and fished at leisure. He was a true grandmaster.
The Titan World Soul's true form was growing vigorously within Planet Sarodar's core. Compared to Azeroth, a disaster-ridden Titan whose growth had been slow, Boss Hu's condition was simply soaring to the heavens.
However, out of thoughts of raising a loli... ahem, out of thoughts of cultivating an ally, Hu Feng occasionally diverted a portion of his surplus Titan's divine power. Using the Millennium Eye Demon, an Old God parasitizing the base of the Tower of Slumber, as a conduit, he injected it into Azeroth's planetary core. Each time, Hu Feng could sense Azeroth's cheerful mood.
And in return, World of Azeroth's recognition of Boss Hu had reached explosive heights.
Put another way, he was the world's favored son, carried by the tide of destiny. Randomly finding gold coins by the roadside was child's play. As long as he remained in World of Azeroth, Hu Feng's luck was beyond absurd—he could kill a kobold and have it drop a Core Legendary...
It was just that his Titan's true form had not yet been born, so Hu Feng could not yet comprehend his own divine domain.
But not every Titan possessed a divine domain, nor was a Titan