This—was the beginning of cultural inheritance.
Once the first new-style house was successfully built, the people of Liyue grew even more motivated.
In the days that followed, several new homes were completed every day.
The old thatched huts were taken apart one after another.
The lumber gathered was used not only for construction but also to burn charcoal to survive the harsh winter.
The stones collected were invaluable—used for tools, for foundations, and most importantly…
Under Zayn's guidance, the people began widening roads and crushing stones into gravel, paving over the muddy paths.
Two months later, not a single thatched hut remained.
Every home had been rebuilt into elegant, sturdy Liyue-style dwellings modeled after Zayn's example.
The roads inside Liyue had become clean grey-white stone paths.
No more worrying about mud and flooding on rainy days.
Before, even with over ten thousand residents, Liyue still looked like a large village.
But now, thanks to Zayn's lead, it already had the appearance of a prosperous township.
Yes—Liyue was rising.
A complete transformation—reborn from the ground up.
Meanwhile, Morax and Zayn were still living in their cold, bare stone residence.
"What does Morax know about aesthetics?"
Zayn couldn't help complaining internally.
Such a good piece of land being wasted on an ugly rock pile!
Since Liyue had already transformed, how could their residence remain the same?
So Zayn made a bold decision—he would rebuild their home from scratch.
Before Morax could react, Zayn leveled the entire building in front of him.
…
Morax stared blankly at the flattened ruins, sinking into contemplation.
This… is your idea of a renovation?
Not demolition and reconstruction?
"Relax! I'm a master of architecture! I will build you an even more magnificent palace!"
"Just trust me!" Zayn patted his shoulder confidently.
At this point the house was already gone—Morax couldn't exactly complain.
He could only choose to trust Zayn.
Hovering in the air beside him, Morax watched as Zayn began manifesting a new palace.
For the God of Manifestation, constructing a palace was easier than breathing.
Zayn had already drafted the entire structure in his mind:
a fully traditional Liyue-style palace, with the focus not on the building itself but the courtyard.
He spent time designing the landscape—mountains, ponds, bridges, pavilions, bamboo groves—
harmoniously arranged in a classical Liyue aesthetic.
If he knew feng shui, he would've arranged them by the Five Elements too…
But even achieving harmony took enough brainpower.
Besides, they would eventually move to the Guili Assembly later anyway.
"Manifest!"
White light surged, outlining the palace, gradually solidifying its form.
A beautiful Liyue-style palace appeared.
Zayn, as its creator, naturally had to name it:
The Liyu Palace (Liyu Palace)
He floated to Morax's side.
"Well? This will be our new home. Not bad, right?"
Morax had been admiring the palace, especially the courtyard and pavilion.
He nodded.
"Mm. A pleasing residence. Far better than before."
"Hahaha, of course! It was made by me—Master Architect Zayn!"
Well… in this era, calling himself a master architect wasn't exactly wrong.
As the palace's creator, Zayn took Morax on a tour—every corner was explained like a proud guide.
Morax cooperated earnestly.
Whether he understood or not, he praised everything.
He knew Zayn's temperament well by now.
After the tour, Zayn transformed into a streak of white light and flew toward Qingxu Pool again.
Sword practice with the Sword Demon God was far from over.
Because Zayn's weapon, the Void-Splitting Sword, was too sharp, many ordinary sword techniques were unworthy of it.
Thus, most techniques Qingxu taught him were improvised or custom-built specifically to match the blade.
In return, Zayn provided Qingxu with unlimited alcohol.
But Zayn knew—Qingxu was no longer teaching him about alcohol.
He sincerely wanted Zayn to grow.
On a rare day of rest, Zayn and Morax sat in the new pavilion.
Ever since Zayn impulsively manifested tea leaves, Morax had—unexpectedly—entered his "old man era."
A single sip had made him fall in love with tea forever.
Zayn even manifested an entire tea set for him.
Now Morax drank tea, and Zayn drank Coca-Cola.
Each enjoying his own drink in peace.
Outside the pavilion, tiny raindrops began to fall.
Rain?
Wasn't it usually snow this time of year?
Zayn blinked.
Oh—rain in this season meant only one thing:
Spring was coming.
And with spring, it was time to begin planting wheat, potatoes, and sweet potatoes.
They had already cleared land during the winter while gathering wood.
Next, Zayn needed to prepare something essential:
the curved-plow (Quyuanli).
With such a plow, opening farmland would be far easier than using simple hoes.
"What's wrong?" Morax asked as he saw Zayn spacing out.
Zayn smiled.
"It's spring rain. Once this passes, planting season begins. It's time to put our agricultural plan into motion."
"By autumn, the people of Liyue won't have to worry about food for an entire year."
Morax raised a brow.
Farming?
Weren't crops not even selected yet?
But… from a rational point of view, as the God of Manifestation,
It made perfect sense for Zenos to create crops suitable for human survival.
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