Wu Er, watching from the side, was also surprised; this magic was no simple matter.

He thought to himself: It seems that Kunwu's cultivation is higher than mine. He must have reached the Dao Integration stage... According to the demon race, he should have been conferred the title of Demon King.

He didn't think further, because in Wu Er's memory, this new demon saint of the Eastern Wilderness was a male demon.

After finishing one hilltop, Kunwu said to Wuer, "Alright, this one's done. What should we do next?"

Wu Er said, "If we're going to plant flowers, let's plant some roses..."

Then, the two of them went on like this, one talking and the other planting.

Soon, this place was no longer desolate; most of it was covered with flowers and plants, as if it had truly become a paradise.

The fleeing demons were so exhausted that even the night watchman had fallen asleep, so they didn't notice the changes around them.

I imagine they'll be quite surprised when they wake up.

"Alright, this is the last one left."

Kunwu pointed to a very inconspicuous little mountain peak and said.

This mountain is quite inconspicuous, unremarkable, neither high nor dangerous.

Having already planted so many hills, Wu Er was at a loss for words. Looking at the last mountain peak, he said, "Then let's give him a little bit of fate. Whatever you get, that's what we'll plant."

Kunwu agreed, adding, "Since this little mountain has been given a destiny, let's call it Little Destiny Peak."

Perhaps it was the last mountain, so Kunwu took a liking to it and named it.

Then Kunwu closed his eyes, reached into the cloth bag and took out one of the many seeds, then scattered the seeds inside downwards.

Then, another spell was cast, and the seeds scattered on the small peak sprouted.

These seeds are very ordinary; they're just a packet of the most common grass seeds.

So this originally unremarkable little peak remains unremarkable, even though it has gained this special connection.

Sometimes, fate can't change anything...