A month ago, in the sunken lands of the Five Fingers within the Celestial Human Realm.
Although it was not yet June, the weather was as hot as midsummer.
Unlike the thousands of ravines before Li Hao left, the sunken lands of the Five Fingers now presented a scene full of vitality.
Fields were divided by mud and shrubs, with thick smoke from burning branches and withered grass covering the sky.
Ordinary people living here were clearing land, trying to reclaim a piece of land for themselves using this primitive method.
In the rolling black smoke, raggedly dressed commoners wore linen vests, working hard yet joyfully in the fields.
Because this land is sheltered by the Taiping Tao.
An inland area where the forces of cultivators absolutely dare not penetrate.
From afar, one could see the farmers holding plows, occasionally helped by domesticated beasts pulling the plows.
