Ten thousand years were but the blink of an eye in the Prehistoric World.
The scars upon the Prehistoric World's lands were gradually erased and healed through the passage of time and the efforts of the Farm Teachings Disciples.
The severed Earth Veins reconnected, the depleted Spiritual Veins began to flow once more, vegetation grew wildly, Demon Beasts multiplied, and Rogue Cultivators no longer had to fight desperately over a mouthful of Spiritual Qi.
Seizing this opportunity, the Farm Teachings Disciples went out to train, traveling across the Prehistoric World in groups of two and three. Some sorted out the Earth Veins, some subdued rampaging Fierce Beasts, and some ventured deep into Secret Realms to gather Spiritual Materials.
From the East Sea Shore to the deserts of the Western Wasteland, the busy figures of Farm Teachings Disciples could be seen everywhere.
The light of the Teleportation Arrays shone day and night, reconnecting the scattered living beings into a whole.
This was a true age of peace and prosperity.
At least, on the surface.
Had those words been spoken tens of thousands of years ago, no one would have dared believe them.
During the Witch-Demon War, the Prehistoric World had shattered and All Spirits had wailed. Back then, everyone had thought the heavens were falling.
And the heavens really had fallen once, only to be mended again.
The person who had mended the heavens was the Prehistoric World's most troublemaking figure: Miao Heng, Sect Master of Farm Teachings.
Nowadays, many races and living beings from overseas had also heard of Farm Teachings' great name and were cautiously moving closer to it.
Farm Teachings had now become a small gathering place for the races and living beings of the Prehistoric World. So long as a race still existed outside, Farm Teachings would