Chapter 80

"Where has Lord Ang gone again? I really miss him so much, I wish I could follow him day and night." As he spoke, Luther took a small bite of the last piece of beet jerky, savoring it in his mouth, reluctant to swallow.

This was the last piece of beet jerky. If Lord Ang didn't return soon, he would run out of food. He had planned to save it for when he needed to replenish his strength during battles, but there had been no battles, just endless idleness.

Ah! Where has Lord Ang gone? I miss his beet jerky so much!

At that moment, a light appeared at the edge of the basin where the world's transfer station was located, like a large illumination array, clearly visible even in broad daylight.

"It's happening again, Old Ancestor Lisa... Miss Lisa does this every day, it's so boring and dull, I can't understand how she keeps it up. Grandma Lan was also swayed by her... I can't call her Grandma Lan anymore, or I'll be beaten to death."

"Oh, I'm going crazy, these old witches, each over a thousand years old, are acting younger than my sister. Now Anna is eager to become a lich, saying that turning into a lich early can preserve youth, and if you turn into a lich when you're old, you won't be young anymore. What a神经病, they haven't even lived enough and they want to die."

Luther muttered to himself, carefully looking around to make sure nothing had slipped past his perception as a Sword Saint, and no one had sneaked up to hear his complaints.

Sure enough, he saw something. Not far away, in a crack in the rocks, the head of Phyllin's pet wraith, Black Face, was peeking out, staring at him.

"Ha, good morning, Black Face." Luther laughed and said, "I'm going to see Miss Lisa." He ran off in a flash.

The place that was now glowing had been built into an altar. Although it was simple, constructed of large stones and shale, it incorporated a lot of technology.

Grandma Lan had introduced him to some of the features, such as the height of the stone platform, which made the believers below look up, creating the illusion that the people on the platform were very tall.

The stone pillars and shale that partially surrounded the platform were positioned at calculated angles, so that when the people on the platform spoke, their voices would be reflected by the pillars and shale behind them, creating a reverberation effect that made the voices sound deep and resonant.

The direction of the altar was also carefully chosen to ensure that light from behind the stone pillars would shine through the gaps and onto the people, casting a halo of light around them, making the figures on the platform appear even more grand and holy.

"Oh my God, when Luther heard all this, he was stunned. An altar has so many intricacies? Isn't it just a matter of everyone gathering and chatting?"

Grandma Lan glanced at him and said meaningfully, "Lisa said that faith can be sincere, but spreading faith requires skill."

Luther was still young and couldn't understand the meaning of her words. He thought they were all too mysterious and unbelievable, and he only believed in Lord Ang.

He had planned to wait until the ceremony was over before asking about Lord Ang's whereabouts, but Lisa called out from the platform unexpectedly:

"Family, our Lord Ang is calling us. He is at the distant River of the Dead, near the former Demon Valley, where he has tamed the Resting Wind, turning vast wastelands into fertile soil. Lord Ang is calling us to go and cultivate the fertile land. All those who can farm, gather together, we will set out immediately. The rest, continue digging."

Before Lisa finished speaking, the crowd below was in an uproar.

"What? Tamed the Resting Wind? The Resting Wind has been tamed?"

"How is that possible? That's the Resting Wind, which has blown for a thousand years. It was still blowing last night. How could it be tamed?"

"How is it impossible? That's our Lord Ang. Haven't you seen the miracle of Lord Ang turning barren land into fertile soil, with crops hanging heavy? Taming the Resting Wind is not impossible, and it was said to be tamed in the Demon Valley. Maybe the Resting Wind has stopped there."

"Taming the Resting Wind, can we grow a lot of food then?"

"Not just food, we can grow fruit trees. We can eat the fruit, and use the wood for furniture, farming tools, and coffins."

"Right, right, coffins. If I could have a coffin, I wouldn't have to bury my parents in the wilderness, and I wouldn't have to search for them every year when I go to pay my respects, not knowing where they have wandered."

"Can we grow other things? Can we grow minotaurs?"

"Stupid child, you can't grow minotaurs."

...

Lisa's words had raised everyone's expectations. Due to the terrain, growing crops in Ice City and Lich City was already very difficult, and other crops were scarce.

The most important cash crop should be trees. Even among the elves, trees are the most important crop, providing fruit as food.

Without trees, there would be no wooden items, such as furniture, farming tools, tableware, and even window and door frames. Everything would have to be made from the more time-consuming and fragile stone.

Why does Ice City only have three ballistae? Because there are no trees. Why are there no fences on the terraces in the Great Rift? Because there are no trees. Why are all the buildings in Lich City made of stone? Because there are no trees.

The bark of trees can be used to make ropes. Without trees, there would be no ropes, not even the grass ropes made from straw, which can't even hold a door.

Trees, cotton, hemp, beans, bamboo—there are countless things that can be grown from the ground. Clothes, oil, vehicles, tools, and weapons, which are common in the main material plane, are rare here.

Without living in this world, it's impossible to understand the hardships here. Just surviving is already difficult, let alone living... Perhaps only the undead have the right to exist in this world.

If the Resting Wind can really be tamed, this world will surely be a beautiful place.

Others needed to pack their belongings and set out together, but Luther didn't need to. After hearing Lisa's words, he ran off, leaving a trail of dust as he disappeared into the horizon.

A Sword Saint is a Sword Saint, running faster than a galloping horse. On the way, he finished the last half of the beet jerky he had been reluctant to eat, and finally arrived at the Demon Valley before evening. From a distance, he saw a tree on the wasteland, a small sapling that only reached his shoulders.

When he saw the tree, Luther was so shocked that he slid to a stop, almost sliding right up to the sapling.

"This... this... there's a tree here?! There's a tree! There's a tree!" Luther was so overjoyed that he lost control of his words, repeating "tree" over and over, not knowing what else to say.

Looking left and right, he saw no one else. Luther didn't know what to do. He felt he should protect this precious tree, so that the Resting Wind wouldn't blow it away.

But how could he protect it? He looked around but found no stones, which he could have used to build a stone circle around it.

He decided to pile up some soil. Looking at the sky, he thought he could manage it in time. Luther put down his longsword, gathered his斗气in his hands, and started digging. Large amounts of soil flew up from between his feet.

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