He continued to observe the Fire Seed.
The barren soil of the Glacial River Beach converted very slowly. At the current rate, it would take at least a year just to transform the small area of the fire pit.
Unless...
He injected more Soul Power into the Fire Seed to fuel its burning.
But there was a problem.
In his ancestor's world, people hunted for the survival of the tribe. There were all kinds of animals to hunt, and Soul Power was frighteningly abundant, so they could pour as much of it into the Fire Seed as they pleased.
But now, on Earth, where would he find so many beasts to hunt? Even if they existed, you couldn't just kill them at will. The law and animal protection organizations weren't blind, after all.
Feng Shan thought of a place.
...
Night passed, awakening the slumbering earth.
Perhaps it was a habit from his seven years in prison, but Feng Shan's internal clock woke him at 6:30 sharp every morning.
