Its land fertile and brimming with diverse flora and fauna.

However, the principal intelligent race residing within was the trance, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

These trants possessed relatively high ranks, with many being legendary and semi- divine.

As for their combat prowess, one could only say it was marginally better than none.

The trance appeared rather dull-witted.

The higher ranking ones displayed a slight cognitive ability bordering on incompetence, while the lower ranking ones were nearly entirely devoid of intellect.

Upon their defeat, trans would transform into resources such as spirit stones and timber.

Let us refer to the gems on their foreheads, imbued with spiritual energy as spirit stones.

Within the offensively inclined outer goddess realm, the deity had yet to make an appearance.

And the highest combat strength of the entire divine kingdom consisted merely of semi- divine beings.

With Suzi Han s subordinates and avatars entering a fray, victory was assuredly within reach.

Suzi Han harbored some confusion.

Having completely seized the divine realm, why did the opposing outer god remain reticent and absent? Do they possess another realm, indifferent to this one, perhaps even fearing her? It was a pity, as it meant a significant loss in potential gains.

The physical form and divinity of an outer god are precious resources, whether submitted to blue star or utilized for personal benefit, making them exceedingly worthwhile.

In the aftermath of the war, Sue Ehan utilized the divine kingdom containment sphere to encapsulate her realm, soaring back into the void.

With the orb in hand, she submitted it for sale to the system, exchanging it for divine currency, which had barely warmed in her grasp before she commenced her spending to enhance Fonglu.

Although Fong Lu had shown no unusual activity of late, a sense of unease lingered within her.

The portal whisked Fong Lu away, leaving Suzi Han to ponder her dwindling resources.

She had indeed replenished some of the missing materials, yet a persistent feeling of earning being eclipsed by expenditure remained.

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I will not.

Furthermore, the death knights and Alice's legion have entered the fry, necessitating a reward to be dispensed.

Funlu has been reformed, and she must now nurture an additional dependent.

Suzie Han shook her head, interrupting her own thoughts.

How could it be her responsibility to care for a dependent? Rather, it should be the dependent who nurtures her.

As her dependants grow stronger, they will venture forth to battle, acquiring resources to build the divine realm.

She could then recline in her abode while resources flowed in abundantly, indulging in delicious feasts.

And there is the Star Sea Project.

She has so many partners to generate wealth alongside her.

The mere thought nearly brought a smile to Sue Xihan's lips.

In the rear hall of the temple, where few souls lingered, her joy became evident.

When son Ba Bao entered, he halted, afraid to move, gazing at the delighted deity, fearful of disturbing her pleasant mood.

Chi-Chi, nestled beside Suzah Han, had dozed off a top a fruit platter, remnants of strawberries clinging to her form.

The sticky juice of the strawberries adhere to her, leaving an indelible sensation of tackiness.

In the outer god realm, after a quarrel with Asafu, Stoilia exchanged a soul from a blue whale for 100 new dependent gemstone trance from Asafu.

This could possibly be the last remnant of Bradley.

Stoilia would certainly not relent.

Although the seed was absent, finding something related would suffice.

should she locate the dependent capable of inheriting his divinity.

It might just allow for Bradley's resurrection.

This was Stoilia's intention, my naive maid.

The gemstone trance thrive best within her divine realm.

I shall escort you to her domain to uproot a hundred.

I asked if conceded, realizing that all her attempts to feain innocence and engage in playful banter had failed.

This woman would not relent if she did not offer this woman a glimmer of hope.

Her avatar and floating aisle would be lost.

Her true form had recently suffered a grievous blow from the supreme being of blue star, leaving her already weakened.

Who has harmed my maid's divine realm? Where the gemstone trance? Aifu<unk>s voice rang high.

Stilia frowned, beused by this peculiar behavior.

Suspecting that Asafu was attempting to deceive her.

She approached observing Aasifu lifting the severely injured and unconscious maid in the depths of the flower forest.

Dennis, his hands dusted with pollen, gazed at the crimson on his fingertips, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

That esteemed one is remarkably swift in action.

In the dark divine realm, vast fields of fertile land flourished with a variety of crops.

By Chia glided on a flying skateboard, propelled by spiritual energy, surveying his estate from skies.

Zan clutched the chirping creature at top by Chiaou<unk>'s head, soaring alongside him and emitting excited cries of delight.

By Chia paid no heed to the commotion above, a smile gracing his lips as he inspected the fields.

The weed in the Donghut ditch grew splendidly, and the beans in the Shiha ditch thrived as well.

All was well.

He glided over expansive farmlands, arriving at the edge of his own fields.

Here lie several undulating hills beside which the fields at the foot of the great stone mountain reveal crops of wheat that are struggling under the dry conditions.

If the rain does not come soon, we may need to resort to some raininducing spells or employ spiritual irrigation techniques.

Bowwa halted the pedals of his spiritual energy, observing the landscape below while conversing with Zansen.

I shall not seek rain spells.

The delicate butterfly spirits under my control possess no such abilities.

Zansen turned over and perched a top by Chiwa's shoulder responding, "I am aware.

" By Chia replied, "Neither can I.

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Heartwarming meals by Chia possessed no ray manipulating spells.

His thunderous magic was best suited for tilling the land, harmonizing with the root systems of leguminous plants to enrich the soil.

However, he lacked any aptitude for irrigation spells, observing the parched earth below.

The smile on his lips faded.

Let's head home.

If the rain does not come soon, I shall venture into the city to seek assistance from the spirits.

With that, Bowi returned home, accompanied by his purple umbrella.

Adjacent to his home lay vast expanses of fertile land, flourishing with an array of vegetables and fruits, a veritable garden, a young girl, diligently using her spiritual power to weed the fields, sprang upon noticing by Chia and his umbrella's return, greeting them enthusiastically.

It was none other than Ay Lee.

Chiao, the scallions, cilantro, cucumbers, and eggplants in the field are ripening in abundance.

We should harvest soon.

You must contact the vegetable merchants post haste, she exclaimed.

Understood.

By Chia replied, dismounting his spiritual hoverboard to engage in conversation with a Lee about the garden's affairs.

Through intermittent labor, Ali Lee had transformed from an unseasoned child into a proficient farmer.

Balancing part-time work to repay debts, she relished her tasks, and by Chaiwea occasionally bestowed her wages.

Since returning from the divine conflict, she had assumed responsibility for much of the vegetable cultivation on his farm, tilling, fertilizing, sewing, irrigating, weeding, and pest control.

Over time, she had grown fond of planting, delighting in the fruits of her labor.

I just took a stroll around the farm with Sans.

The fields beyond Stone Mountain are quite parched.

If it is not rain tonight, I shall also journey to the city tomorrow to seek a water element spirit.

and coincidentally contact the vegetable farmers.

Has it not rained over there? Aliy inquired, puzzled.

In the dark divine kingdom, where rainfall was plentiful and the summer brought showers.

She was accustomed to seeing rain, unaware that drought existed elsewhere.

Evening swiftly descended, the moon obscured by clouds, casting patches of golden red hues that resembled the moon, draped in delicate gossamer.

Lights flickered on in the two-story wooden house.

Wisps of smoke curled upward as Bowi prepared a modest yet dectable dinner.

The dishes he crafted were made from fresh ingredients sourced from the garden.

He chopped cabbage, diced carrots, pumpkins, and onions, placing them into an iron pot with water to simmer into a nourishing soup.

The broth was seasoned with fermented soy sauce made from yellow soybeans and fine salt with a pinch of sugar added to enhance the flavor.

The staple was roasted sweet potatoes.