The Spirit Monsters were overjoyed, eager to light bonfires at once, strip off hides to make great drums, and pull out bones to make flutes.
They longed to beat drums and play music, holding a grand thanksgiving ceremony around the bonfires.
When the beings in the other passages received the news, they immediately overflowed with gratitude.
Before coming, many had heard that the polar region was like a demonic den in the mortal world-none who set foot there ever saw the next day's sun.
Back in their homelands, they had all been forced to come to the polar region by wealthy households and powerful figures.
They had thought they would die. How could they not rejoice when they unexpectedly had a chance to survive?
When these beings learned from the Spirit Monsters that the masters here liked them to produce offspring, they were even more delighted:
"It seems the masters here want sustainable harvesting. We must do everything we can to produce plenty of offspring and let the masters harvest to their hearts' content. That will count as repaying them for sparing our lives."
Once these Spirit Monsters and other beings entered Stone City and came into contact with its other inhabitants, they were more delighted still.
For many beings here had already lived for a year, or even several years.
One Spirit Monster said with dancing brows and a radiant expression, "They say plenty of seniors have been here since this city was first built."
"They fought in every direction, facing terrifying abnormal weather."
"Though some of their companions died, they still survived, and they live quite comfortably."
Hearing this, the other beings rejoiced. "That's wonderful!"
"There's hope for us to survive too."
After Ruo Jinghong left, Wang Quan rubbed his hands together and strode into the Second-Layer