Witnessing Chi-Chi's unprecedented relaxation, he surmised that she too must feel at ease.

With the recent return of Suzie Han, the entire dark island shifted from brightness to darkness.

With the dark sun hanging ominously in the sky above, noticing the sudden dimming of the surroundings, Chi-Chi, who had been lounging under a light fixture, sprang to attention, adjusting the brightness to its maximum setting.

The illumination of the dark island brightened slightly as scattered beams of light pierced through the shadows.

Once seated, Chi-Chi reclined again, realizing that her duties had concluded.

She could finally relax, free from the burden of supervising the entire island to prevent any abyssal incursions or outbreaks among the residents.

With Sister Hung present, and the threat diminished, she could afford to take a break.

With this thought, Chi-Chi closed her eyes, turned over, and rested her body rhythmically upon the light fixture.

Bu widened his eyes, gazing in the direction of Chi-Chi.

If he was not mistaken, she was asleep.

Indeed, she was truly slumbering.

Although this was merely a clone of Chi-Chi, it was still astonishing that she could afford a rest.

Was the system unconcerned? After all, Chi-Chi was perpetually busy, engaged in battles and delivering packages, burdened with countless tasks.

Even as a mechanical deity capable of generating myriad avatars, the number of clones was finite.

Despite her overwhelming responsibilities, he had never witnessed a clone of Chi-Chi so idly at rest.

Bu turned to look at Suzi Han, feeling a surge of delight.

Perhaps her tasks could be just as effortless.

The portal vanished, signaling the end of the rescue.

The lantern cat approached Suzie Han, showering her with compliments that rendered her momentarily disoriented.

There was a youthful exuberance about the lantern cat that was often lacking in someone of Suzie Han's age.

Its affection and disdain were unmistakably clear, its emotions sincere and fervent.

With a lantern cat nestled beside her, lavishing praises like a cunning minister, one could not help but find its flattery endearing.

Suzie Han felt herself unable to contain her excitement.

The heightened emotional state nearly propelled her into a euphoric explosion.

Were it not for her reasoning her to attend to those she had rescued, she might have succumbed to an overwhelming surge of elation, "Lantern cat, please wait.

Everyone is still unconscious and requires treatment," Sue Xihon implored.

"Fear not, formidable sister.

I have already summoned Lord Bu, the deity of nature.

" The lantern cat gestured toward Bu, who have been patiently waiting nearby.

Upon being acknowledged, Bu flicked his tail, materializing from the intertwining shadows and light of the dark island.

Suddenly, applause erupted.

Bachi clapped enthusiastically, its tiny paws ceaselessly applauding, fervently engaged in the celebration.

Its paws turned red from the exertion.

It showed no signs of stopping.

It was truly captivated.

Amidst the audience's jubilant cheers, the performance of the four-ear group concluded, bowing to the audience as fireworks illuminated the stage in a splendid finale by Chiian lingered, gazing longingly at the stage, entranced by the lingering melodies.

After a considerable time, a friend beside him shook him gently, gesturing to their surroundings.

As the newly renovated Pearl City Auditorium emptied, the small fairies in the audience began to disperse.

7:00.

The concert has concluded.

Let us return home.

Grey Chunk announced.

At that moment, Bai Chiian seemed to awaken from a dream, springing into action.

It bounced from its seat, brimming with excitement, whispering incessantly into the ear of its nearby companion.

Chapter 167.

Supernatural events.

The final performance of the large block and the foreared creature was truly spectacular.

Its melodies were enchanting, soft as clouds and mist, crystal clear like flowing water, and at times as pleasing to the ear as the chime of spirit stones colliding.

These songs resonated throughout the divine realm, and at moments I felt as if its singing embodied my own existence, ordinary yet effortlessly natural.

The primary occupation of the four-year being remained at the livestock factory, demonstrating remarkable talent by composing and singing in its spare time, earning adoration from countless little spirits.

A feat I found elusive.

I yearn to sing as well, yet lack the knowledge of where to begin.

Next came a solo performance by Biden, a spirit who enthusiastically extolled the virtues of music to friends, occasionally bursting into song when excitement took hold.

This was the inaugural concert hosted by the Dark Empire, held in the newly established grand venue of Mingju City, which sprawled across a vast area and rose three stories high, accommodating thousands of little spirits and fairies simultaneously.

The concert invited talented vocalists from various realms, aiming to enrich the spiritual lives of the Dark Empire's residents and elevate their artistic cultivation.

Bitian had arranged for time off in advance and secured tickets, closing the small shop in the first Spirit City that sold fried potatoes.

Hanging a sign indicating the owner's absence for the concert, it piloted a small flying vehicle through the somewhat congested aerial traffic network.

Arriving early at the venue to await entry.

Accompanying Bchidian was the gray large block, a dimminionive spirit with a grayish appearance, large eyes, and an imposing stature.

In their childhood by Chidian, the Grey Large Block and Sun Bao were inseparable friends.

Though their professions and residences had changed, their bond remained unscathed.

The last time Sun Ba Bao was promoted, the trio had gathered in celebration.

At this moment, Bidian and the gray large block strolled through the dispersing crowd after the concert, heading towards the parking lot in search of their small vehicle to drive home.

"All right, all right.

I know how much you adore music.

" The gray large block spoke gently, accompanying its friend, who animatedly recounted impressions from the concert.

I understand that music is your second soul, your fervent passion, akin to my own affection for machinery.

Upon mentioning this, the gray large blocks eyes sparkled.

Lacking an emotional connection to music, it would simply listen to appealing tunes and forget the less enjoyable ones.

This outing to the concert was more about companionship than personal desire.

Yet it did not leave disappointed as delightful melodies largely prevailed despite a few styles it found hard to accept.

Unfortunately, it did not share the same enthusiasm for some of the four-year creatures works.

Unable to align with Bidian's fervent admiration.

Nevertheless, it comprehended the essence of passion and respected Bchidian's preferences, much like its initial exhilaration upon encountering machinery.

As an employee at the machinery research institute, it delved deeper into the study, becoming increasingly captivated by the allure of cold mechanics.

Machinery embodies romance and fervor.

It encapsulates the joy of existence, a passion so profound that it would willingly forsake its most cherished delight, blueberries.

However, life does not necessitate a binary choice.

Thanks to the benevolence of the divine, Gray Chunk can grasp opportunities with both hands, engaging in work that he adores while earning enough to indulge in his beloved divine grade blueberries.

Everything proceeds seamlessly.

His employment offers commendable benefits.

Recently, the director allocated housing to everyone, and salaries have seen a modest increase, allowing for the luxury of savoring expensive blueberries every 3 days.

Everything is delightful.

Now he can accompany friends to concerts and return home to prepare dinner for them in the evening.

On one such occasion, Grey Chunk prepared a sumptuous feast for his friends featuring an array of his favorite dishes including a selection of dectable treats he had longed for since childhood made with five large blueberries, blueberry pie, blueberry cake, blueberry salad, blueberry yogurt, and blueberry glazed chicken.

When White 7P Point beheld this culinary spread, he praised Gray Chunk with genuine enthusiasm, exclaiming, "How wonderful, Chunk, at last, we have achieved blueberry freedom.

It is well known that blueberries are a divine species obtainable only through godly agricultural estates, and their price is exorbitantly steep.

During the early years of the Three Little Sprites, their greatest amusement came during paydays or benefit distributions.

When they would pull their resources to purchase a mere taste of divine grade food, the young sprites, brimming with curiosity, did not confine themselves to the mundane.

Even the discomfort of an expensive stomach ache, could not quell their inquisitiveness.

Thus, they ventured to sample a variety of divine-grade foods, albeit in minuscule amounts.

For instance, they tasted 1/18th of a blueberry, 136th of a cherry, and within a segment of tangerine, they discovered three morsels of fruit flesh.

These three little sprites continually explored new culinary experiences, encountering various sensations along the way, such as warmth radiating through their bodies, stomach aches, and explosive bursts of energy.

White 7Point also fell in love with potatoes through this process.

This food with its gentle energy, soft and sweet texture transformed in flavor depending on the seasoning used.

Even the most affordable divine-ra potatoes eventually evolved into spirit grade food that could be cultivated in ordinary fields.

Yet this did not diminish white seven points affection.

Chunk's favorite remains blueberries.

Yet lamentably, they rank among the most costly divine-grade foods, rendering them often unaffordable.

observing gray chunk residing in a pristine and orderly small apartment with a table adorned with blueberry delicacies prepared for him.