The strength of Spell Arts lay in their power.
Casting a spell meant releasing the power contained within it. Only rough control was needed to achieve the desired result.
Building houses, however, was delicate work that demanded much finer control over that power.
Lin Ke had achieved some success with Mountain-Moving and Sea-Overturning and had even cultivated its "Intent," but brute force was useless for such intricate work.
He carefully controlled his Spirit Power.
Rumble-
Earth and stone rippled across the ground. Under the guidance of his Spirit Power, walls and pillars slowly took shape.
The finished product, however, fell far short of what he had imagined.
The walls were crooked and twisted, their surfaces uneven, as though some great beast had gnawed on them. The pillars were worse: irregular in thickness, broad at the top and narrow at the bottom, they looked ready to topple at any moment.
After several attempts, the house frame he finally produced was still unsatisfactory.
Though its outline was barely recognizable, its surface was as rough as sandpaper, riddled with pits and hollows.
It looked just like a clay sculpture scoured by rain.
Over on the other side, Zhu Qingge's finished work was much the same.
It was considerably more refined than Lin Ke's, but still far from perfect.
The walls and pillars were passable; at least they roughly resembled what they were meant to be.
The real problems were the floors, upturned eaves, and tiled roofs above them.
For the sake of both appearance and practicality, he could hardly cover everything with one huge slab of compacted earth and stone.
That would be unstable and leave no room for further design work.
"You two, this method won't work." Zhao Ming looked troubled at the sight.
"Why don't we think of something else and