Inside the Shennong Horn, golden radiance bathed everything, and the light orb still hung high overhead.
All fifty thousand mu lay enveloped in a beautiful halo. A faint mist carrying a fresh fragrance drifted throughout the space, nourishing the plants, which grew luxuriantly.
On the hill stood the towering World Tree, roughly twenty meters tall, its branches thick with leaves.
The only slightly strange sight was the tiny motes of white light, so different from the green spiritual energy in the forest.
These white lights seemed ill at ease in this space and gathered into a cluster of their own accord.
All the plants refused to let them approach. The space neither destroyed nor accepted them. The white lights floated within it, constantly calling out, "Romon God, Romon God!"
Yet the space remained unmoved.
Recently, however, things had changed. The World Tree suddenly stirred, emitting golden light rather than green. As the golden light spread, ripples swept through the forest. Stems and leaves stretched and swayed, releasing tiny motes of green light.
A gentle breeze blew past, and the forest rustled.
The World Tree trembled slightly again. A small branch began to sway, and the wisps of white light seemed to answer its summons, slowly flowing into its branches and leaves.
Moments later, all the white light had been absorbed.
Another moment passed, and the white light turned entirely pale gold. Beneath its radiance, two hundred fine threads emerged from the void.
Pale golden power swiftly flowed back along them.
At almost the same moment, in the newly established God-Given City-
When the clear, resonant bells rang out, most of the townspeople gathered in the small square.
"Lord Haboba!" Shortly before the prayers began, a former priest spoke with an uneasy heart.
The temple had been completed two and a