At dawn, a bright star slowly rose in the east. Its faint radiance illuminated the earth, already carrying the slightest hint of sunlight.
That was right—the sun of this world.
Zhang Yang raised his head and sighed.
What an earnest, ambitious little Heavenly Dao girl.
To be honest, Zhang Yang had never planned to develop this world for the long term. At most, it would serve as his stepping stone into the Fourth Sequence.
Now, the Boat of Death was frantically devouring and assimilating this world's Time Scraps. It would probably take only ten years to complete the second stage.
After that, he had decided to leave. It was not that he wanted to become Zhang the Runner, but with an enemy at his side, he could not sleep soundly. That Cangdong Heavenly God might come knocking at any moment. If he did not find a way to avoid it in advance, was he supposed to meet the challenge head-on?
However, he had underestimated creatures like the Heavenly Dao!
Or perhaps they could not be considered creatures, but that was unimportant.
What mattered was that, seemingly, all Heavenly Daos and Demonic Daos possessed a powerful, irreversible talent: they would automatically and spontaneously improve the worlds they were bound to, whether those worlds were abyssal deserts or deathly isolated islands.
And so they returned to the previous question: What made Zhang Yang think the Heavenly Dao was a little girl? Had he conducted a gender identification?
He really had.
First of all, the Heavenly Dao was a holy mother. Spare him the nonsense about the Heavenly Dao being heartless. Small love was heartless; the Heavenly Dao's affection was great love. The Heavenly Dao did not care about the birth, aging, illness, and death of individuals. It only improved the whole.
That