Inside the space.
Several laborers were gathered around the dead trees.
"Mario, how did this place end up like this?"
Ye Yuan grabbed the Poisoned Person Mario and demanded loudly.
"BOSS! I don't know either. When we got up this morning, it was already like this!"
"BOSS! Last night, I saw a Golden Bamboo appear to the northeast, and then the trees on this island started withering!"
"I saw it too! That bamboo suddenly sprouted up!"
When the laborers gathered nearby heard Ye Yuan's question, they all rushed forward to answer.
They knew that on this island, the boss before them was the supreme god.
As long as they made him happy, not only could they reduce their workload.
They could also receive extremely generous treatment.
For laborers like them, who worked every day.
What money? What benefits? None of that was as practical as half a day of rest.
So when Ye Yuan asked, everyone who knew anything hurried forward to answer.
After waving away the laborers crowding around him, Ye Yuan stood there in a daze.
It had taken more than two years to painstakingly cultivate so many precious trees.
Yet so many had been lost in a single night. Saying he did not feel heartbroken would be an outright lie.
But the trees were already dead. Even as the master of this space, there was nothing he could do about it.
The most important thing now was to figure out why these trees had withered.
When Ye Yuan arrived at the Deep-Sea Golden Bamboo he had transplanted from the outside world, he found that its surface was even shinier than it had been under the sea.
It seemed he had been right.
The Deep-Sea Golden Bamboo did not necessarily need to live in the underwater world.
But