In the next few days, Ybur focused on nurturing his Blessed Land.
He tried to use meditation to draw power directly from the Dream Realm down through the Formation Realm and Foundation Realm, and was surprised to find that this whim of his actually worked. The Blessed Land absorbed the Dream Realm's power like a greedy sponge, and in the process, Ybur felt some feedback, recovering at a faster rate than he expected and even gaining some improvements.
Two days later, the Blessed Land finally stabilized.
Ybur couldn't wait to immerse his consciousness into his avatar.
...
"...Is this Xinlandon?"
Ybur's avatar woke up in a land of ice and snow. He looked around in confusion, realizing this seemed to be an avatar he had left on the snowfield. Having neglected it for a while, some elemental creatures seemed to have treated his avatar as food.
"Shoo, shoo!" Ybur shook his body to scare away the elemental creatures, then thought better of it: "...Come back!"
