While Zhang Yu's true body was in the Pure Profound Dao Palace, that wisp of aura-incarnation followed Zou Zheng out of the shack and wandered through this world domain.
The two had come near a small hill. Fruit trees atop the slopes were laden with vermilion fruit, plump and glistening with moisture. Clear streams flowed below, while green and golden vegetation carpeted the landscape. Milky white clouds drifted across the azure vault of heaven, their brilliant colors distinct in layered splendor.
Zhang Yu said, "Godfather, was this what the world looked like before the eras?"
Zou Zheng said, "Not entirely. Rather, this was what it was like where the Saint Race dwelled. Back then, the Saint Race's living environment differed from that of today. So long as they walked upon the earth, they would have ample food.
"Wherever the race went, flowing water would turn to honey and milk. Sweet, ripe fruits would fall one after another from the trees, while countless fish would leap ashore for them to eat... And these were no ordinary living things; they were all divine and wondrous creatures, divine and wondrous plants."
He looked ahead and said, "But this was not because the land before the eras was rich in produce. All of it was earned through Their own efforts. The Saint Race used the High One's power to alter certain underlying spiritual qualities and embed them within these divine wonders. Thus, whenever these divine and wondrous creatures encountered the Saint Race, they would automatically come flocking over.
"Through generation after generation of accumulation, this came to include the weather and every convenience and delight you could imagine. Even if you came before a foul and muddy pond, so long as you wished it, it could become clear as though freshly washed, with birds