There was a sense of solitude like that of a sanctuary far from the bustling Cultivation World.
...
Under the night sky.
On the edge of the Endless Desert near Xuzhou.
A brown bear standing about nine feet tall, its fur mottled with white spots, was now giving orders for his fellow Bear Clan members to plant Spirit Rice deep in the desert. Several larger brown bears heeded the command, burying the Spirit Rice seeds in the sand, then watering them with bear urine, considering that sufficient irrigation.
The night temperature in the desert was significantly lower, so the bear urine wasn't instantly absorbed by the scalding grains of sand, but it didn't seem like an effective way to water the crops either.
"Son,"
a larger brown bear stood next to the one with spotted fur and said in human speech with a deep voice, "You can't grow Spirit Rice in the desert, your plan is doomed to fail."
