The wind whistled in the ears.
Yu Xian looked down and saw life returning to the earth.
The Beast Tide had ended, and the trampled land entered a new cycle of rebirth and revitalization.
Cultivators floated in midair, performing spells, and jagged Qi Blades swept across the fields, clearing weeds and plowing the land in one go.
Then they dropped seeds, summoned winds and rains to nourish the spirit fields, and tiny green sprouts emerged from the ridges.
Some cultivators stood on the official road, muttering incantations while underneath them, the soil trembled, and the cracked road slowly healed, becoming smooth and even.
Cultivators flew over wide riverbanks, bringing chains with them to repair the broken bridges.
Others chased after solitary demon beasts into the mountains, startling flocks of birds.
Repairing bridges and roads, planting trees, hunting wild demons, cultivating fertile spirit fields...