The scorching sun blazed overhead, clouds billowing and mist swirling.
In the middle of the day, the square saw the appearance of numerous zombies clad in black robes, their skin dark as black iron, exuding an aura of chilling yin-energy.
Cultivators from North River stood together with the zombies, accompanied by a few ghastly Demon Dao Soldiers.
Xu Xuan's figure slowly materialized, and after the crowd greeted him with their respects, he cast a beam of light.
This was a topographical map of the nearby mountain ranges.
"Divert the river, cut down mountains, fill ravines, this mountain must be shaved, that one split open, with the river flowing through..."
Soon, the map began to transform slowly, morphing into new routes and contours.
This was the highest level of Fengshui Technique, a kind not usually constrained by the topography, capable of directly transforming the terrain to suit one's needs, albeit at great expenditure of manpower and resources.
