The activity of the earth's veins subsided, and the seawater was no longer as turbulent as before. The entire ocean grew gentle and friendly.
All the creatures of the great sea celebrated, and joy spread through the very waters.
This was a gift from their god. The god had heard the cries of his subjects and listened to their heartfelt prayers.
The stable environment allowed civilization to enter a period of flourishing development. The entire ocean was a scene of thriving prosperity.
However, more creatures meant more wishes.
All the chaotic and worldly desires of the mortal realm flowed into Mo Ling's mind with every prayer:
"O God! I wish for my people to become the strongest tribe in this region and swiftly conquer our formidable foes."
"O God, I beg you, let our wantonly expanding enemies meet their doom. Protect our home."
"May we find enough food on our next voyage, and may those blasted raiders be caught in a terrifying storm."
