"Whoosh!" In an instant, he transported from one end of the city to the other.
"Void Creation!"
In just a fleeting moment, an ancient short sword materialized according to Lu Yuan's imagination, down to the intricate details of its rust, perfectly recreated.
"Well, well."
"Time for some joy."
In the next second, a hundred variations of Miss Conch surrounded him entirely. Overwhelmed by immense joy, Lu Yuan couldn't pull himself away. Moments later, his vision went black, and he realized that the real Miss Conch had revoked many of his permissions, glaring at him angrily with dramatic eye rolls.
"Are you perving or what?"
Lu Yuan coughed: "They didn't have Divine Skill powers, so it felt... kinda lackluster."
"Hmph."
"Now... there's not much difference between us and the Green Grass Civilization."
History is always a cycle. After inheriting the Green Grass Civilization's legacy, humanity's 18 branches slowly evolved into a brand-new Green Grass Civilization.
