What's missing?

He stood in the room in a daze for a moment, and when he saw the alarm clock dial, he suddenly realized: It was already afternoon, and Huaxi didn't seem to have asked himself to eat yet.

There was no movement in the kitchen or next door.

"Where is the person?" Lin Tuo was curious, so he went out and walked towards the next room. Instead of entering, he leaned on the window and looked in.

Then his face became a little helpless.

By March, the temperature had already risen, and because Huaxi was successful in practicing Buddhism, he was not afraid of the cold. At this time, he was lying on his side on the bed, with the quilt kicked open, and he was fast asleep.

She held a crystal ball between her legs like a doll. Inside the ball, Hathaway also looked like she was sleeping to death.

"Well, it seems that the 'side effects' of absorbing spirituality are greater than expected." Lin Tuo silently looked away. Thinking about it, he wasn't surprised.

Hathaway stopped talking and directly swallowed the spiritual source, which was difficult to digest normally. As for Huaxi, he was still in the body quenching state, so his digestion ability was naturally difficult to compare with him.

Shaking his head, Lin Tuo had no choice but to go to the kitchen, heat up the leftovers from last meal, and order some noodles by the way.

He even found it interesting when picking out noodles with chopsticks.

If those extraordinary beings in Sandbox No. 5 knew what their respected archangels were doing, I don’t know what their expressions would be.

…

Half an hour later.

After solving the lunch problem, Lin Tuo returned to the sand table, preparing to solve the promised wishes. At the same time, he also recovered some of the ether in his body through collection.

It is noon in Huan Continent at this moment, the sun is shining brightly, the mountains, rivers, forests and vegetation are picturesque.

Lin Tuo turned his gaze to the north, and the earth immediately spread out, revealing the desert southwest of the Elven Court. After thinking for a moment, he lowered his hands, grabbing the desert with one hand, and catching the clouds with the other.

…

In the north, on the edge of the Evernight Forest and the desert, a neutral sentry post sits on a giant tree.

Unfortunately, with the erosion of desertification, this extremely old tree is about to wither, and the remaining green color appears weak.

"The latest order from the tribe is that within three months at the latest, we must move to a new outpost. Here, we can no longer keep people, and there is no need to defend."

When a low-level Beyonder officer held the document delivered by the Druid messenger, summoned the few remaining colleagues in the guardhouse, and read out this order, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became gloomy.

"Are you really going to leave?" asked an elf. After receiving a positive reply from the captain, his ears were obviously drooped.

"I knew I wouldn't be able to stay for long. It would have happened sooner or later, but I'm just a little bit reluctant to let go." Another elf said in a complicated tone. He couldn't help but turn and look out the window, looking at the diffuse yellow sand:

"The desert is getting bigger and bigger. How many times has this been done to shrink the defense line? At this rate, I am afraid that in another thousand years, we will have to go to the tribal capital to garrison."

"Hilton, don't you think this joke is cold?"

"The key is that it's old. She has said this joke at least a thousand times in the past fifty years!"

Several elves looked depressed.

The captain said:

"Okay, haven't these all been expected a long time ago? Let's just guard the last post. In fact, everyone doesn't need to worry too much. The tribe has been working hard..."

"What's the use of hard work? Can we stop more and more yellow sand? Less and less forests?" Hilton said, "Unless the miracles recorded in history appear again!

Ha, speaking of this, I know that the high priest has been cultivating wish masters... and has also been using wish masters to try to make wishes and get feedback from the gods, but what is the result?

What's the use?

I think humans are much more pragmatic in this regard, so they won’t place their hopes on useless ‘wishes’!”

"Okay!" the captain scolded, about to say something.

Suddenly, a loud noise appeared, the ground suddenly trembled, and even the wooden houses of the entire outpost creaked.

"What's going on? Is it a sandstorm?"

"what happened?"

The discussion was interrupted, and heads poked out of the treehouse windows. Then, the sentinels saw an unimaginable scene:

The yellow sand rolls back.

The boundless sand and soil are like rivers, gathering into streams and flowing backwards towards the sky, without knowing where they are going.

At the same time, countless dark clouds gathered and heavy rain suddenly fell, flooding the entire world within a few seconds.

Only the elf standing in the outpost was left in a daze. After a while, the captain woke up first and said:

"You guys wait, I'll go find the Druid messenger and inform the high priest!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already started "charge" and turned into a wisp of smoke and rushed out the door. At this moment, they all understood what happened.

Miracle! Miracle again!

…

"Great Chief!" In the Orc Royal Court, on the mountain where the temple is located, the Orc Temple Commander who was guarding here saw Creus and hurriedly saluted loudly.

There was some doubt in his eyes.

"Mountaintop Temple", as the name suggests, is built based on a statue of a god standing on the top of a mountain.

Due to the inconvenience of passage and the fact that there is a statue of a god at the foot of the mountain nearby, it is not a place where the people of the royal court usually worship, and few people come here.

But today, the king of the orcs, Creus, actually brought people here in person, which made Temple Zhu not only frightened, but also extremely curious.

"Nothing." Kreus, who was two meters tall, had strong black hair, and had animal-like features on his tail, said. He immediately looked at the vast mountains ahead and waited quietly.

The "Temple on the Top of the Mountain" is also the place with the highest view nearby.

He is waiting for the "Archangel" to take action.

I want to see with my own eyes how mountains are turned into fertile soil.

Coincidentally, at this moment, a strange roar suddenly erupted over the western mountains, and the stacked gray clouds suddenly broke apart!

As if being penetrated by some invisible but powerful force!

The next second, the earth trembled, and Creus opened his eyes in shock and activated the "Eagle Eye Technique".

Then, the orc lord was horrified to see that the mountains in the distance were shattered, smoothed, and moved by the mighty and invisible force at this moment!

That power deliberately avoided the area where the orcs lived, and spread it far enough so that the earthquake it caused would not cause a disaster if it spread here.

At the foot of the mountain, countless orcs ran out of the city, looking blankly and fearfully at the collapsing mountains to the west.

Behind him, the "Wish Master" Miao Zhu fell to his knees with a bang, raised his hands excitedly, and shouted:

"Heaven falls! Earth sinks! God's grace! Fertile soil!"

In this miracle that only "gods" can create, countless barren mountains were easily "smoothed out" and turned into plains, watered by water from heaven.

Cangshan has been transformed into fertile farmland.

…

Just this afternoon, different kinds of "miracles" appeared in the northern elven tribe, the western orc territory, and the two great human empires, attracting countless people to come out of their homes and worship in fear.

And each of those miracles has accurately solved the most urgent desire for survival for generations of creatures everywhere.

It is also a "prayer" made many times by many wish makers over the past many years.

"The miracle appears again! The miracle appears again!"

Similar calls are everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Most people in this world don't know that just last night, the top warriors from all races won the "Holy War".

Even many officials and extraordinary people know nothing about this.

Even most of the powerful men who had actually participated in the "Holy War" did not know the specific details of the miracles that followed and could only make assumptions.

The senior officials of each ethnic group obviously did not disclose their thoughts, and they tacitly attributed this collective "miracle" covering all ethnic groups to the prayers of the "wishes" in the past many years.

Then, people suddenly realized that in their opinion, this was undoubtedly a very logical explanation... They did not know the existence of jihad, but they knew the existence of "Wish Master".

Many of them also know that the ability of the "Wish Master" is to communicate with the gods, make wishes, and have a probability of realizing them "a few years" later.

"So, today's miracle, and even the power of the wish masters of the past generations are reflected? Their prayers received unified feedback from the gods?"

"It turns out that the power of the 'Wish Master' really exists?"

At this moment, countless people were shocked.

In their original understanding, the wish master was not really a sequence path, but when they saw the many miracles today, they finally realized that the power of the "wish master" was not reflected in the spells, but other things.

In the face of so many world-changing forces, even the legendary ninth-level powerhouse, what does it matter?

From this perspective, perhaps, the "Wish Master" is the most powerful existence among the fourteen sequence paths.

…

City of Gods.

In a certain house, Ke Lan stood quietly in the yard after recuperating, looking at the delicate flower tree in the garden - the heavy rain last night finally ended at this moment.

The afternoon sun shines down, making the whole world seem to sparkle.
To be continued...