"Heh~ Go ahead and curse. If cursing me makes you feel better, keep going." Qingwu paid no mind to Moryo's hatred or furious abuse.
In fact, the harder he cursed and the deeper his hatred ran, the richer those negative emotions became. Void would love them.
Moryo had no idea: @%#_-##'shjs@%#
Now that's a good employee. He gives up not only his body, but his emotions too, working two jobs without pay.
What a good guy.
I'm crying.
Qingwu said, "Sigh~ I feel more and more like a capitalist these days. All I ever think about is squeezing people dry."
Qingwu gazed up at the sky. The vitality of the God Tree had long since enriched this realm's daylight, and its mountains, rivers, plants, birds, and beasts all flourished beneath the sun...
Only the night had always felt thin, like a sheer veil draped over the day. Moryo's pure power of darkness was precisely the best "nutrient" for perfecting it.
As the God Tree continued to absorb him, Moryo's body visibly shriveled, turning into streams of pure dark energy that flowed along the roots into the depths of the Small World's earth veins.
The once-thin night mist began to thicken. Starlight refracted into hazy halos, and even the evening breeze took on a bone-deep chill—the stillness and profundity of the late night.
More wondrous still, as the dark energy accumulated, the Small World's borders silently expanded.
Its territory, originally only a few dozen kilometers across, now spread outward at a slow but steady pace. Every pulse of energy drawn in by the God Tree pushed the horizon several yards farther away.
In barely an hour, its territory had quietly expanded by dozens of li. New mountains rose along the horizon, underground rivers surged beneath the earth, and even the night