Wang Wen said to all the dark-skinned men who were digging the hole, "Come on up, I'll help you dig."
The dark-skinned man who had struck up the conversation seemed to have finished his rest.
Upon hearing this, he glanced at Wang Wen's not particularly strong body, the even thinner boy beside her, and a fair-skinned young man dressed in clean and tidy clothes, though not luxurious.
There were even girls in the background.
He smiled.
Pick up your tools and continue digging.
Zhu Xingguo spoke up unhappily, "Why didn't you do anything when my master told you to come up? Do I have to drag you up here?"
"Master?" The burly man looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man next to Zhu Xingguo, his gaze lingering on the large hand for a moment before he said with a hint of realization, "You lot must be from noble families, right? This kind of rough work looks harmless but it's actually very hard on your health. You'd better stay away so you don't drag us down with you and get accused of offending someone important."
As they were talking, the person suddenly screamed.
It turned out that Wang Wen didn't waste any time and simply waved her hand to lift them all up.
The black men were terrified and clung tightly to the transparent platform, too afraid to move, remaining prone even after being placed on the ground on the shore.
Wang Wen offered no explanation.
They lifted themselves up to the top of the pit and observed it for a while.
This deep pit is a very ordinary fluvial lake with a very obvious inlet downstream. The surrounding pits of various sizes should have originally been one, but now that the lake has dried up, the bottom has been exposed.
Wang Wen first tried to use energy to create a giant blade that reached the sky and dug downwards along the bottom of the deep pit.
Large chunks of earth and rock were excavated in one go.
Along with many strange and unusual remains and debris, they were left on the deserted shore.
When those dark-skinned men saw this incredible power to move mountains and fill seas, they were so frightened that they prostrated themselves on the ground and kept kowtowing, calling out to gods and such.
The young man was also quite startled by Wang Wen's sudden appearance.
He thought he had already made a high enough assessment of the other party, but he didn't expect he would have to raise it even higher.
Even if a celestial being possessed the ability to create mountains with ease, they must be of a very high level. How could an ordinary lesser celestial being possibly have such power to squander!
Wang Wen didn't care about the feelings of the people on the shore.
Continue digging deeper.
The energy consumption is not reduced at all; even the natural recovery of the Spirit Returning Technique can more than replenish it. In fact, because the energy has no upper limit, it is constantly reaching new highs every moment.
The metal sphere that the Superpowered Empire obtained was a great help to him.
Wang Wen felt she should definitely thank the kind person who ordered the metal ball to be kept for her when she had the chance.
You can say a few words to the memorial tablet.
There are no metal balls.
He really couldn't use energy as freely as he could now.
Repairing the system using the power of the world at the integer level requires an enormous Point.
Using skills to recover requires consuming one use of [ Unity with Heaven and Man ].
Recovering through internal energy took up a lot of time, preventing me from doing anything else.
Restoring that meager 100% energy won't take long before it's depleted again.
It's extremely inconvenient.
Unlike now, it's increasing all the time.
It will not be bound by "100%".
Wang Wen waved and continued digging towards the bottom of the pit.
Until there was no more room to pile them up on the shore.
The bottom of the pit was also made of hard rocks that were difficult to dig out.
He slowly stopped what he was doing, returned to the shore, and said to the dark-skinned man, "Look, there really isn't any water down there."
The man stared blankly at Wang Wen, unconsciously repeating the word "immortal" under his breath.
Wang Wen realized that communication was no longer possible.
Ignoring the burly man, he took the replica [ She Water Pearl ] from Zhu Xingguo, tore it open, and threw it far into the deep pit.
A thunderous roar, like a waterfall, came from afar below.
A single [ She Water Pearl ] filled about half of the deep pit.
Muddy water surged up from the bottom.
The air was filled with humid moisture.
This sound, which hadn't been heard in so long, and this dampness, which hadn't been felt in so long, jolted everyone awake from their daze and numbness.
Groups of people scrambled to the bank, peering into the pit.
When they saw that there was indeed water at the bottom of the pit, the people on the shore went crazy.
They jumped down like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
They don't care about the height or whether the person can swim.
Wang Wen reluctantly caught the person, pulled them back to shore, and placed them safely on the shore. She then used a transparent barrier to keep the excited crowd at bay.
He kept tearing open the [ She Water Pearl ] and throwing it into the pit.
Until two more [ She Water Pearl ] were dropped in.
The deep pit finally revealed its "surface" appearance.
The water flowed downstream along the barely visible riverbed.
The path was filled with small pits of varying sizes.
The residential area clustered around the pit seemed to come alive, with people struggling to get up from the ground and scrambling to roll into the mud.
They didn't care at all how murky and dirty the muddy water was.
He scooped up the water and poured it down his throat.
Some people simply submerged their heads in the water and drank it down in large gulps.
The group of dark-skinned men digging the pit near Wang Wen saw muddy water gushing out from the bottom of the pit.
One after another, tears streamed down their faces.
From what they said, their gratitude to the gods was more about helping them dig a hole.
As for where the water comes from?
My nerves have become dulled from experiencing too much in a short period of time, and my consciousness has become blurred.
The small beads that Wang Wen threw down were neither distinguishable nor clearly visible.
I thought the water was really dredged from the bottom of the lake!
They wept with joy.
They hugged each other and cried bitterly.
The people around them surrounded them as if they were heroes.
These commoners think they're right.
They thought there was actually water at the bottom of the lake.
Even without a deity, they could dig and eventually find water.
They believed that their persistence and efforts were correct.
There is truly hope for the future.
The arrival of the gods merely brought hope forward.
The dark-skinned men cried like newborn babies, yet their faces held a sacred radiance that transcended life and death.
It's the satisfaction of personally touching hope.
Zhu Xingguo watched the people cheering and listened to their words, feeling somewhat indignant and wanting to tell them that there was no water at the bottom of the lake.
There was nothing there.
Water, too, was created by "divine beings"!
It has absolutely nothing to do with your efforts!
You commoners are completely wrong!
Wang Wen stopped him.
I took a deep look at the tears and sweat on the men's faces.
They lifted everyone up and silently left along the now-watered riverbed.
He felt...
It's good to have hope.
Sometimes it's better not to clear up misunderstandings.
At least those black men will have memories they can be proud of throughout their lives.
Wang Wen didn't want to shatter their beautiful dream.
Let them remain asleep forever.
Waking up doesn't necessarily mean I'll be happier than I am now.
Everyone respected Wang Wen's decision, and no one tried to expose the beautiful misunderstanding.
They followed the river downstream, adding more water when they encountered areas where the water flow was insufficient.
When encountering riverbeds that have been dry for too long, deformed, blocked, or prone to accidents, they clear and dredge them to ensure that the direction of water flow does not easily change.
We returned to one of the small villages we had passed through earlier.
Those emaciated people, sitting on the ridges of the fields, lost in thought and waiting to die, seemed to have noticed the soil becoming moist.
He grabbed a small clump of soil and put it in his mouth to savor it.
After a long while, he suddenly looked up at the river in the distance.
Then, screaming with all his might, he rushed toward the river, stumbling and falling several times along the way, his face bruised and swollen, but he was completely unaware of it.
He ran to the riverbank in one breath, looked at the muddy water that looked like feces, and burst into tears without being able to shed a single tear.
After crying for a while, she would bury her head in water and drink it down.
Drink for a while, then tilt your head back and cry loudly.
Wang Wen and her group, "flying" in the sky, silently observed the myriad lives of ordinary people below.
My feelings are complicated; there's a bittersweet feeling I can't quite describe.