Holy Soul Village.
Villagers worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, their days plain as flowing water.
No one noticed that a thousand meters high in the sky in the distance, a pitch-black iron ball was speeding past.
Emerald-green corona rings orbited its exterior, and a blue-and-gold greatsword stood erect atop the sphere, cutting a faint trace through the clouds.
Clang clang clang
Accompanied by a series of metal-clashing sounds, the spherical-form Apollo Puppet transformed into human shape in mid-air in the blink of an eye.
Scarlet pupils swept across the village below, scanning the surrounding terrain.
A moment later, his figure shifted, diving toward a secluded jungle outside the village.
"Begin condensing the Void Mysterious Ice."
Landing and crouching, palms pressed against the ground, soul power seeped into the underground like an undercurrent, drilling toward a depth of several hundred meters.
One minute later
Ice-blue light quietly condensed deep within the soil strata, and a house-sized block of Void Mysterious Ice firmly embedded itself underground.
Apollo Puppet stood up, transformed into spherical form, and flew toward a location ten kilometers outside Holy Soul Village.
One block.
Another block.
The land surrounding Holy Soul Village was being quietly planted with ice-blue anchors.
Passing a mountain range outside Holy Soul Village, the Apollo Puppet suddenly paused in mid-air, scarlet pupils looking down at the place below.
That was a slightly concealed valley, surrounded by mountain terrain and densely covered by forest; if not for deliberate searching, one would hardly notice this sunken depression.
He scanned for a moment, confirmed something, and descended downward.
Deep within the valley, a pool of water quietly rested.
A waterfall about twenty meters wide poured down from a nearly two-hundred-meter-high cliff, the sound of water roaring and splashing up a sky full of white mist, refracting