Once there was an ultimate peak cultivator who set up a camp and rally human cultivators, it was akin to joining the battle for the path of transcendence.
"No matter what," Braydon Neal softly said, "it won't hinder the camp's construction. It's the race's duty to provide shelter for its disciples!"
"I'll do it now," Elder Levine responded, disappearing in a flash as he made his choice.
A hand fell.
Smoke rose as a thousand miles of desert flattened.
With a flip of his hand, clouds gathered, unleashing a downpour.
The ground soaked up the rain, and patches of green began to spread.
Grass sprouted, covering the desert in an instant.
At the same time, palaces rose from the earth.
This display caught everyone's attention.
Many recognized that Elder Levine was human.
