On the cliff Musk had planted the stem with leaves he had gotten from the giant's, and impaled the stele, a unique atmosphere could be felt. It seemed like some sacred place, while in the distance, one could see a farm, it had all kinds of things. But the most visual was the forest of fruit trees.
At the moment, a figure could be seen in the farm, walking bare feet. It was Musk. And for the past eight hundred years, he has seriously taken to farming during the day, and at night he spends his time actively running the Tortoise Longevity Art. He indeed no longer seeked to understand the power of tribulation, and his mind has become much more stable. His figure now looked more like a mortal, and kept digging and weeding the farm. He didn't use any extraordinary power, but just looked with simple tools.
