In the courtyard within the Divine Temple.
Hearing their conversation, Jiang Yang's face darkened. He was utterly speechless at that old man Feng Ruo.
"You damned old geezer! To think I'm the one you trust the least!"
How could he possibly have designs on Feng Luobin?
But seeing the warm scene between grandfather and granddaughter, he could not help feeling happy, even after living for over ten thousand years.
He tilted his head toward the sky, yet his gaze seemed to pierce through the Deep Space Star Realm toward Mayi as he murmured wistfully.
"Ten years. The arrangements in the Green World are more or less in place, and I've finished gathering the materials for the planetary shell. It's time to leave."
As he spoke, he took out a golden disc. Every entry on it had turned green.
It had to be said.
The Green World was rich in resources, and he had found all the remaining materials for the planetary shell in this world.
Over these ten years.
To gather these materials, Jiang Yang had sometimes dug plains into deep valleys and sometimes reduced towering mountains to hills. Underground, beneath the continent.
He had even excavated an enormous subterranean world.
At the same time, however, he had scattered some plant seeds over the land he had tinkered with, as a form of compensation.
"But before I leave, there are still some things I need to tell them."
Night fell.
Stars glittered in the night, and a gentle breeze blew.
In the courtyard within the Divine Temple.
A row of tall trees stood around the courtyard, with flowers and other plants growing inside.
Jiang Yang had accelerated their growth with divine power. In ten years, bare land could not have produced tall trees and mature flowers and greenery.
At the