Bountiful Harvest

If one were to speak of restoring a secret realm and altering the geomantic laws between heaven and earth within it, everything before this had been the most difficult part. By the final step, however, it had become as natural as water flowing into a channel.

The imprisoned dragon vein's mountain formation had long ceased its disturbances, as though it had accepted its fate. Beneath the torrential rain, fresh tender sprouts began continuously emerging from every desert and barren gorge. The red little snake casually planted Thousand-Year Secret Realm Trees all around. The overall situation had already been decided.

In truth, the backlash Ye Tian had been waiting for, one caused by the geomantic changes in this small world on the outskirts of the secret realm, never came. The torrential rain fell for several days before the skies finally cleared.

From within the wind chime came the red little snake's somewhat weary yet incomparably excited voice.

"Hahaha, it's done, it's done! Immortal Master, we succeeded!"

Ye Tian likewise swept away his exhausted expression. He could not wait to withdraw his spiritual energy, shake the wind chime, and enter it directly!

After the world spun around him, the first thing that met his eyes was stretch after stretch of lush green grassland. Streams flowed down Gao Shan, gathering into creeks, while the low-lying hollows had turned into lakes. The scattered, towering Thousand-Year Secret Realm Trees had successfully taken root here as well. Everything was brimming with verdant life. Yet no matter who saw this scene, they would never have imagined that just one month ago, this place had still been a desolate and uninhabited desert wasteland.

Not only that, but the spiritual energy here was far more abundant than before. Moreover, as far as Ye Tian could see, there was no