Someone from Withered Wood Pavilion

Though Ye Tian's voice had turned hoarse and weary, he remained full of vigor, with not a trace of fatigue visible on him. On the contrary, his face was still filled with anticipation for what the outer small world of the secret realm would look like after its feng shui transformation was complete.

He too wanted to know exactly what the repaired secret realm would become.

Using feng shui methods to alter the secret realm's feng shui, then utilizing the Heavenly Spirit Secret Realm's unique innate suppression to complete its own restoration—what effect could such a secret realm repair method, one that could be called unprecedented and never to be repeated, possibly produce? Even Ye Tian did not know. Thus, no matter how much mental energy it consumed or how exhausted he became, he still labored toward the result like an iron man who knew no weariness.

At present, the dragon vein mountain formations and their directions throughout this outer small world of the secret realm had been firmly locked in place. The feng shui platforms he had arranged now covered the entire desert and Gobi, scattered across the various Gobi passes like points of starlight. The basic preparatory work was therefore completely finished.

What came next was to use the momentum of water and fire to stir changes in the feng shui laws here, allowing them to gradually evolve according to Ye Tian's intentions into a different set of feng shui laws.

"Immortal master, no matter what, I suggest we stop for a day. During this period, both you and I have expended too much mental energy. Continuing with the upcoming arrangements and spellcasting would bring more harm than benefit. But if we can rest for a day and resume with renewed energy, we will achieve twice the result