Two days later, the Spirit Veins had all been planted.
Zhang Qingxuan stood atop Bright Moon Mountain, looking out over the land.
Within Bright Moon Mountain lay one Mid-Grade Spirit Vein. Spiritual energy filled the air, and the entire temple was shrouded in a haze of immortal mist.
Near the Sun Moon Empire's capital, one Low-Tier Spirit Vein lay in a land blessed by its terrain. The capital's fortune mingled with spiritual energy, multiplying the cultivation speed of civil and military officials.
In the Evil Demon Forest Core Area lay one Low-Tier Spirit Vein. Bathed in spiritual energy, the Soul Beast Clan's cultivation surged like the tide.
In the heart of the Jingyang Mountain Range lay one Low-Tier Spirit Vein. Ten thousand beasts growled among the mountains, where the aura of a mighty ruler faintly rose.
With the Spirit Veins established, the balance of fortune across the entire Sun Moon Continent changed completely.
In just two years, the effects had become clear—
The Sun Moon Empire produced three Titled Douluo in succession, along with several Soul Douluo, thousands of Soul Masters, and over a hundred thousand elite soldiers.
The nation grew more prosperous by the day, and the first signs of a golden age appeared.
The Soul Beasts of the Evil Demon Forest and the Jingyang Mountain Range thrived like fish in water. A few low-level Soul Beasts evolved, while countless high-level ones broke through their bottlenecks.
Soul Beasts and humans seemed to have reached an unspoken understanding. Between the two races, a harmony in which neither crossed the other's well had begun to emerge.
Beyond Douluo Planet, in the starry sky.
Zhang Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back. Before him loomed the massive Sun Star, radiating endless light and heat.
On the other side, the Moon Star