At this time, not only were the cultivators across Yuzhou busy, but everyone in Cloud Water Sect was busy as well.
Clearing out the Magic Beasts entrenched atop the Spirit Veins, sorting out the Earth Veins, leveling the once-fertile Spirit Fields, transplanting Spirit Plants, and so on—
Like ants, they were little by little repairing their homeland, which had been left scarred beyond recognition by the Mo Calamity.
After six years of effort,
The Sect Gate, which had appeared somewhat rundown, had been restored considerably.
The collapsed buildings had been rebuilt.
The towering mountains that had been brought down by the impact of the great battle, covered in wounds, had also been repaired with earth-and-wood techniques. All kinds of precious spiritwood had been planted upon them, subtly corresponding to the qi of the Earth Veins and forming a naturally circulating formation.
Six years ago,
When Zhang Qingyuan returned to the Sect after battle,
The vast and boundless Cloud Water Mountain Range, its peaks rising and falling without end, had suffered countless collapses during the previous Great Tribulation. The vegetation had been swept clean by the impact, and the trees on many high mountains had been uprooted by the shockwaves of battle, leaving behind nothing but barren desolation. It had looked utterly miserable.
Mountains had collapsed, trees had snapped, as though a level-eighteen gale had swept through.
It had been a scene of complete devastation.
But now,
That horrifying misery had disappeared.
In its place stood the same vast, ancient mountain range. Mountains and towering peaks stretched endlessly onward, while lush trees extended as far as the eye could see, like green sea waves surging and rolling across the earth!
At the same time,
At the crucial joints in the lay of the mountains, clusters of Spirit Trees and rows upon