After the golden-red island took shape, Song He did not pay much attention to it anymore. All he needed was a rough model.
As for the rest, he would wait for Huangliang Cave Heaven and the Dream-weaving Celestial Fox Clan to come by and deal with their homeland themselves.
If they took care of things by themselves, they would surely be satisfied, right?
Besides, he was not in a hurry.
Having finished this task, Song He laid beside the Dreamland Flower and closed his eyes to rest. This time, he did not use the power of the Dreamland Flower.
He granted a portion of his authority to the Seven Colors Divine Deer, who had come to assist, and then entered directly into a deep sleep.
He did not concern himself with any trivial matters.
No matter what pressing issue there was, it would have to wait until after he woke up. He had not gotten a good sleep since leaving the River of Cosmic Light.
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