I started to re-shape Tiphoons’ earths and skies.

Since the planetary array had already carved strong qi veins on its surface, what I needed to do first was to level a few mountains and calm down the volcanoes all around.

After hundreds of years of intense volcanic activity, most of the surface had become covered in ashes, and most of the lives saved by the World Tree at the time had perished.

The only ones who managed to survive where the ones who learnt how to, or could since its’ inception, live of pure Magic Power, such as slimes, Eternal Shadows, some races of demons and other myriad magical creatures.

Amongst them were even some rational ones, such as Spirit Elves, Fairies and Moleman.

That made me a bit satisfied that I didn’t enforce the World Trees’ original destiny. Having those kinds of races lost in the aftermath of the Great Eruption would have been a waste.

Still, that was more work for me as well.

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Since the Qi veins didn’t come to a complete chaotic state, Tiphoons’ heat had been gathering around the old World Trees’ resting spot for a few hundred years.

It didn’t meet at the center anymore, but inorganic lifeforms had begun to form in the wasteland, and some organic lives and lifeforms as well.

The black continent was still the place most of Tiphoons’ heat, qi and magical power was directed to, so, even if the qi veins had been scattered all around in chaotic patterns, it still had become a magical land of contrasts.

Were a bunch of yin veins gathered by coincidence, it became a huge glacier with some tundra around.

Were a few yang veins gathered, a huge lake of lava had been formed.

Between both, only a tiny layer of wood, which, most amazing of all, was alive and had even some rationality!

There were also all sorts of formations and mixtures of qi veins all around the place.

It was insane, and, at the same time, fantastic!

Of course, all around the old Worlds’ Tree dead body one could see a vast area of dead land. The place had become a huge cemetery. A forbidden land of death and undead.

All kinds could be seen around. From small and weak to Undead Lords and Liches.

Even a few Undead Dragons and Draco-Liches could be found.

Those kinds of beings just love to return from the ashes to hunt the living, don’t them?

No matter.

What matters is what I had to do next. Should I leave this continent as it is, or undo the craziness on its surface?