Time passed, and two years went by in a flash.
For the people of the Ancient Heaven Star, the world changed so fast most of them didn't even have time to react.
Two cycles of four seasons had swept over the soil, and the landscape was barely recognizable.
Where blackened craters and broken bones had once littered the earth, massive spirit-gathering towers built from pale white stone now rose into the clouds.
The Shen Clan had moved quickly.
Their engineering teams had paved straight avenues across ancient battlegrounds, dug out clear canals filled with fresh, glowing water, and planted fast-growing spirit trees along mountain ridges that had been barren for generations.
Yet underneath this clean surface, a deep emptiness remained.
For one, with the death of most experts of the world, the cultivator level plummeted.
