After the snow stopped, the sun silently rose high in the sky again.
The piercing sunlight shone down, making the whole world glaringly bright.
Looking out, the entire swamp was already covered with thick snow, a sea of white, with none of the swamp’s unique verdant hues to be seen.
Even the mud showed signs of freezing hard...
In just one night, the world had changed.
The residents of Weilu City were still busy, but most tried to avoid going outdoors whenever they could.
If they had to go out, they would return as quickly as possible.
The thin clothes they wore could hardly keep out the cold invading their bodies.
But upon entering any building, they imdiately felt warmth.
The structures built from the Starry Sky Vine maintained a temperature of about twenty-six to twenty-seven degrees inside, a stark contrast to the outside—a world of difference.
The residents praised Lear in their hearts, as only in a city under the protection of the Divine Spirit could such miraculous buildings exist.
The heavy snow had made the faith of the territory’s believers much more devout.
In the snow-covered swamp, the temperature had already dropped below 5 degrees, accompanied by a damp cold that penetrated to the bone.
Luckily, the army, relying on the furnace-like power within their bodies, could fend off the cold, remaining unaffected.
Looking at the icy, snowy landscape outside, Bain did not delay and imdiately summoned twenty Vine Fairies.
Starting from the City Hall, they dug deep underground, using the Starry Sky Vine to construct an Underground City.
The Vine Fairies were practical, wasting no ti as they directly spurred the vines into action.
Lear noticed this and directly channeled the swamp’s power to assist the Vine Fairies.
With the imnse power boost, the energy the Vine Fairies could harness increased more than tenfold.
The sprouting vines grew several tis faster than usual.
Vines moved as if alive, each mont growing a new section, diving directly into the ground, starting to construct the underground buildings...
As for the underground mud, Lear directly displaced it, leaving enough space to work.
This underground city, he projected, would be 100 ters below the earth’s surface, with vines interlinking it to the surface.
The envisioned completion was a challenging task, destined to be a grand project.
But with Lear, the master of the swamp, controlling, the construction speed was astonishingly fast.
By evening, a new city core structure appeared beneath the City Hall, its scale even grander than the City Hall itself.
Lear was quite interested in this construction, currently utilizing a god’s-eye view, effortlessly controlling everything.
It was much like a construction ga he had played before.
But now, he was a god in the real world, with every move he made directly altering reality.
The feeling was quite marvelous.
But just then, a soul-shaking rumble snapped Lear out of this state.
He turned his head towards a certain direction, his eyes becoming extrely solemn...
Thunder, lightning, mingled with an unspeakable authority.
At the horizon, countless silver dragons danced wildly, forming a sea of thunder.
The entire dim sky was illuminated as if it were dayti.
It seed as though the god of thunder had descended upon the world.
The terrifying and horrifying power, even the void beca blurred!
It appeared again... Glancing at the ti, it had already beco the 30th.
Suddenly, those countless wildly dancing thunders intertwined with each other, as if woven by an invisible giant hand, slowly forming into a terrifying shadow that reached from earth to sky.
Entirely composed of lightning, it stood tall in the void, exuding an aura full of destruction.
Arcs of electricity bounced around it, lightning danced frantically.
The sky full of stars seed to orbit beneath its feet.
Thunder Titan, an ancient mythical creature, Level: 24 (Demigod), Talent: I am Thunder! Can transform into thunder...
Lear gazed at that shadow, his eyes serious.
At last, the ancient overlord was coming.
In legends, the Titan’s energy source was its heart, directly connected to the Thunder Elent Plane, allowing it to draw power from the Thunder Elent Plane, never growing tired or exhausted.
Obtaining the Titan’s heart would be equivalent to acquiring an inexhaustible energy core.
Fighting with such a being was nothing short of a nightmare.
Lear savored the thought, wondering what it would feel like to kill a few Titans...
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