A Somewhat Subtle Atmosphere

That magnificent night passed just like that.

After the twists and turns of that night, the paradise Luo Zhen had painstakingly created had been almost completely destroyed.

The ground was pockmarked and riddled with holes, becoming even more desolate than before.

The fruit trees had fallen one after another, with only a very small number remaining.

The herds of deer had been frightened away, fleeing into the mountains surrounding the basin and vanishing from sight.

Even the river that crossed the entire basin seemed to have been cut off. It was either buried under rubble and broken stones or directly destroyed, rendered completely unusable.

Naturally, the stone houses that had originally risen from the ground were ruined as well. Only a small number had remained intact.

This caused the natives who emerged from the surrounding forests and returned to the basin to lament bitterly.

"We worked so hard to find a place where we could escape the battlefield..."

"We worked so hard to obtain a place to live and food..."

"And now it's all gone..."

"It's all gone..."

Every one of the natives was overcome with sorrow.

Fortunately, Luo Zhen was still here.

"Although I suffered some serious injuries earlier and used up quite a bit of magical energy, the specially made Healing Talismans have basically replenished it all."

Thus, although he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to rest, Luo Zhen still chose to take action. Just as before, he first used Summoning Arts to summon a large number of uncontracted deer, as well as flocks of sheep. He even summoned herds of cattle, chickens, ducks, and so on. Then, using the abilities of Onmyo Arts, he organized the terrain, leveled the land, summoned fruit trees, repaired the river, and built stone houses. At the cost of exhausting