Ten years later.
Another harvest season had come to Saihong Ridge.
The Spirit Fields shed their emerald green, rolling into waves of reddish gold.
Mountain breezes swept through the fields, pushing ripples into the distance and carrying the sweet freshness of ripe spirit plants across the hills.
Ten years had changed many things.
Besides Shuyan and Xiao Fu, vast numbers of hardworking figures now filled the fields.
They were all beings born into the world from the story of the Logistics Civilization Shuyan had written.
In their setting, they possessed ordinary talents and were rooted in agricultural development from birth, a support civilization Shuyan had deliberately created for Xiao Fu.
After entering the world, they followed Xiao Fu, diligently learning the techniques of sowing spirit plants, driving away spirit insects, and even seasonal crop rotation.
This was also the first great harvest since the Logistics Civilization had taken root in Monster World.
The blazing sun overhead dispersed the morning mist. Beads of sweat covered the foreheads of the logistics beings in the fields, dripping into the fertile soil beneath their feet, while harvest smiles spread across their honest faces.
At the very center of the field ridges stood a stone statue in Shuyan's likeness.
This was the statue of creation that the logistics kin worshipped throughout their lives.
To these derived beings, Shuyan was the source of creation who had given them life and bestowed a homeland upon them.
Xiao Fu's role was that of the Divine Envoy who led them to take root in their new home and learn the skills of survival.
Shuyan created the world; Xiao Fu nurtured its people.
Their efforts sustained the most prosperous corner of Saihong Ridge.
In the distance, Shuyan leaned against the chimney of the wooden cabin, gazing at the bustling splendor