The newly arrived refugees quickly adapted to life in Liyue.
With the guidance of the locals, they mastered Liyue's unique farming techniques—tilling land, planting crops, and cultivating new fields.
As the barren soil gradually turned fertile, the entire territory of Liyue began to flourish.
Agriculture remained the foundation of the people's survival, but alongside it, another industry rose rapidly:
Mining.
Tianheng Mountain was rich with ore. With such vast mineral deposits, mining became a natural expansion, and before long, Liyue effectively stepped into its own Iron Age.
Food supplies grew year by year, but grain could not be stored forever. If not processed into other products, it would spoil.
So the people applied their ingenuity.
They discovered that grain could be used for brewing alcohol, and Liyue's liquor industry began to take shape.
With abundant food, people naturally pursued a higher quality of life.
They started using Mora to purchase drinks and other goods, and commerce blossomed.
Carpenters improved rapidly as well.
With the swelling population, more houses were needed, and constant construction helped craftsmen accumulate experience—soon they'd mastered mortise-and-tenon techniques. Two-story traditional buildings began to rise, with the first floor often used as shops.
Liyue's architecture grew lively and prosperous.
Prosperity, however, fueled expansion.
With growing stockpiles of goods, trade became inevitable.
The citizens of Liyue formed merchant caravans—each escorted by guards clad in iron armor and armed with long spears. Though impressive, such equipment offered limited protection in this dangerous world.
Still, the profits were too tempting for many to resist.
Caravans carried wine, iron tools, pottery, salt, and intricate handicrafts to nearby territories, targeting friendly gods or lands without divine protection.
Yes—there were countless small tribes scattered across the world, numbering in the hundreds or thousands, struggling to survive without a god's shelter.
One misstep could bring disaster.
Any powerful monster could wipe out an entire village.
Thus, Liyue's goods were prized everywhere—by friendly god realms and by desperate, godless settlements alike.
Naturally, this trade brought about an important consequence:
The spread of Mora.
Barter often failed when caravans didn't want the offered goods.
So people began trading for Mora instead, then using Mora to buy what they truly needed.
Over time, Mora radiated outward from Liyue like ripples in a lake, carried by every departing caravan—gradually establishing the foundation for Mora becoming the universal currency of the entire continent of Teyvat.
Three years passed in a blink for Zayn.
He was no longer as carefree as when he first arrived.
He needed to calm his heart and cultivate—to strengthen his Authority of Manifestation.
For a god, this kind of cultivation was instinctual.
Every god had their own unique method, a way of growth that could only be understood, not taught.
When Zayn entered cultivation, his sense of time blurred.
What felt like a few hours to him might be years outside.
He sat suspended in meditation, eyes closed, drifting into a mysterious state… and somehow, his power simply increased.
To him, it felt like he had merely taken a nap.
Puzzled, Zayn asked Morax how he and other gods strengthened themselves.
Most gods—including Morax—grew stronger through combat and repeated use of their authority, accumulating experience and honing technique.
But Zayn's "sleep to level up" method…
It was unheard of.
Utterly outrageous within the circle of gods.
"Brother Zenos, why ask this? Are you… planning to finally improve your strength?"
Morax looked genuinely puzzled.
To his eyes, Zayn had never fought, never trained, and used his authority mostly for conjuring daily-life conveniences.
Hearing Zayn suddenly inquire about power growth, Morax almost wondered if the man had undergone a personality shift.
"What do you mean finally? Like it's some sudden whim."
Zayn puffed his cheeks in dissatisfaction.
"I've been improving my strength this whole time, okay!"
Morax fell silent for a moment.
Has Zayn ever done anything resembling training?
Even his visits to Qingxu were just for drinking and Go, not sparring.
"…Alright. I understand."
Morax's tone was perfunctory.
Clearly, he didn't believe a word of it.
Not that it mattered—Liyue was safe under his protection alone.
Zenos didn't need to lift a finger.
The unspoken meaning:
As long as Morax stands, no harm will reach the God of Manifestation.
Though in the future, once the Archon War began…
And he had to protect both Zayn and Guizhong—
Would he still think this so lightly?
Zayn rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Believe what you want. Why would I lie to you anyway?"
"Anyway, talking to a rock like you is pointless. I'm going into seclusion. Don't bother me."
"Byeee~"
He turned and left.
Returning to his room, he closed the door, set up a barrier with manifestation, and resumed meditation.
Manifestation Authority +1
Manifestation Authority +1
Manifestation Authority +1
As expected of a power crystal bought from Pinduoduo…
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