The safe zone in the Third-Layer World was operating. Inside it, Wang Quan sat upright, pondering why Favor had not descended.
Outside, the philosopher [Flagellator] carried a whip and led his companions in driving the native evils to dig up earth on one side and pile it on the other.
Once the pile was high enough, he had them fill the hole back in.
Watching this, Wang Quan grew thoughtful. "Well... since these evils have nothing to do anyway, why not have them try growing something?"
He beckoned to [Flagellator], who scurried to the edge of the safe zone and called out, "Master!"
Wang Quan stepped out of the safe zone, pressed a hand against his head, and directly imparted knowledge of clearing fields and growing grain.
A glimmer of realization and wisdom appeared in [Flagellator]'s clear eyes. "Master, I understand what to do!"
With that, he scurried away, leading the evils off to clear fields.
Wang Quan returned to the safe zone and continued pondering the issue of Favor.
Before long, he saw [Flagellator] planting native evils in the fields, one after another.
"A teachable pupil!" Wang Quan nodded in praise.
But suddenly, he sensed something amiss. "No."
"If they were planting vegetation or medicinal herbs, I should consider that normal."
"Since when did I start considering planting evils normal?"
"What... is wrong with me?"
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Sweat beaded on Wang Quan's forehead.
At that moment, he realized there was something wrong with him.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
He took several deep breaths, then shut the door on the pavilion's first floor.
Clack!
The door closed.
Immediately afterward, he cast a spell to seal off his five senses and six perceptions, even sealing those of his Yang Spirit.
At that moment, he felt the world fall silent.
Then he