The Land God unfolded the Sealing Soil.
It flew to the suspended layer and created some strange geometric patterns on that land, reminding Zhou Yi of wheat field crop circles.
Only, on the suspended layer, it was large imprints stamped into the mud, not crops.
"Next year, this time, I will return."
The clay figure departed.
The acquaintance with the Land God was a chance interlude.
Zhou Yi understood.
He had a huge gap with the domain of the Light Core Body, it wasn't his circle, so he shouldn't force his way in. Forcing high leverage, he might be bitten back by forces beyond his control.
Playing his cards well was what mattered most.
Right now, there was only one thing that was critical, and that was to win the Honor War.
Zhou Yi rode the Hunter to Sand Port, meeting with Lord Sand Sea on the left shoulder of the Big Buddha.
