And so, after some time passed, the situation in the Eastern Domain gradually stabilized.
Spirit veins revived, and spiritual energy surged back.
In mortal cities, collapsed houses were repaired one after another.
The cries of vendors returned to the streets and alleys. Children once again dared to chase and play beneath the sun, while old people held steaming tea and squatted by their doorsteps to bask in the warmth.
The entire Eastern Domain was like a pool of stagnant water that had finally received a stream of fresh water, slowly regaining its vitality bit by bit.
This should have been a good thing.
But good things often brought trouble as well.
News from the Eastern Domain quickly reached the other four regions.
Yet each of those places had troubles of its own.
Floods ravaged the Southern Domain, spirit veins had dried up in the Western Domain, and foreign races stirred chaos in the Northern Domain.
As for the Central Region, demon calamities never ceased, and living humans had completely become food for demons.
By comparison, the Eastern Domain became a fat piece of meat.
It was vast and sparsely populated, everything was waiting to be rebuilt, and a powerful sect stood guard over it.
Thus, great waves of Rogue Cultivators, ruined Lineages, remnants of small sects, and even mortals from entire cities began flooding in from all directions.
The population of the Eastern Domain underwent explosive growth in just a few short months.
Cities expanded, markets sprang up everywhere, and newly built houses and newly reclaimed Spirit Fields could be seen all around.
Yet with more people came more complicated intentions.
There were those who honestly settled down and put down roots, but naturally, there were also those who could not sit still.
Some Rogue Cultivators from other regions, relying