"The 'Ice Field' has completely vanished, replaced by a cozy little home: outside lies the cold frost, but within the tree cavity, the squirrels quietly enjoy the warmth of home."
Lu Yuan looks left and right, feeling increasingly satisfied.
"It still feels like something is missing... What could it be?"
He suddenly slaps his forehead, that's it, the field!
Now, this piece of art, although no longer so grim, lacks a field.
"The original Ice Field borrowed from the historical imprint."
"However, now, history hasn't been truly altered, making it hard for me to lend this energy."
This is a big problem!
Lu Yuan furrows his brow in deep thought, unable to find an answer for a long time.
This forging has already lasted 3 days and 3 nights.
The time isn't particularly long, but frequently entering historical scenarios poses a significant burden on the spiritual level, and inspiration starts to slowly run dry.
