Late at night, when all was quiet, Wei Yuan stood on the peak of the central peak, gazing into the distance.

To his senses, the horizon to the northwest was faintly illuminated by lights. That was where the Shaman city lay. Yu Zhizhuo had discovered a large mineral vein around the Shaman city, established a mining operation, and built more than a dozen blast furnaces directly at the mine entrances. The roaring furnace fires were shooting straight into the sky and casting a reddish glow across the heavens right now.

In the realm of Qingming, some of the rice fields were also glowing faintly. These were fields planted with spirit rice. Spirit rice emitted a faint light once grown, and planted in large expanses, they looked like an ocean of soft radiance in the night.

Light still flickered in several cities. The number of cultivators in the realm was growing day by day, and those who had set foot into the Body-tempering stage were naturally brimming with energy. Many of them worked through the night, hoping to accomplish as much as possible so that their chances of victory in the next major battle would be greater.

The new grain fields had all been planted. When the seeds sprouted, Wei Yuan reaped several thousand more wisps of fortune.

Mortals were simple folk, especially those who had endured the ravages of war. Only when they saw the seedlings growing in the fields could they envision the day of harvest. These...