Traveling through time and space to achieve a well-off life with your family

Since Xiong Bai prayed for rain on the high platform that day, Xiong Bai's physical condition has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and he has even reached the point where he cannot get out of bed and walk. Cheng Mo blames himself all the time. If he hadn't gone to the high priest to pray for rain, this wouldn't have happened. Xiong Bai didn't blame him, but just pulled Cheng Mo aside to talk about many past events.

Praying for rain was no longer an option, so Cheng Mo could only hope for other solutions. However, fate seemed to always be against him, and both the team that went out to find water and the team that dug wells returned empty-handed. Now, their only hope was to use the distillation method in the Land of God's Punishment to extract water, but the wood needed for burning would eventually run out.

Seeing the orcs who stayed in Qiming City fall down one after another due to lack of water, Cheng Mo felt extremely distressed. After careful consideration, he finally made up his mind - to move the city! Once this decision was announced, it immediately caused an uproar.

"I called you all here today not only to inform you of this important decision to relocate the city, but more importantly, I want to discuss feasible countermeasures with you. Nowadays, the method of distilling water can no longer meet the drinking water needs of all residents in the city, so relocating the city is a helpless move. Next, the issue we need to think about is how to reduce casualties as much as possible during the relocation of the city and ensure that everyone can reach the new water source safely." Cheng Mo slammed the table hard, trying to get everyone's attention, and then said seriously.

After hearing the news, Xifa was the first to stand up and express his opposition: "What?! Lord City Lord, it is simply unrealistic for us to move the city now! Our city's team is so large, and so many people are setting out together. Who can guarantee when we can find a new water source?!"

“But if we don’t relocate the city, everyone will die of thirst in this city!” Xiangshan retorted with his eyes closed and an extremely helpless expression on his face.

"An old and weak orc like me cannot walk too far. The City of Enlightenment is our home. When the time comes, you young ones can leave first, and I will choose to stay here, guarding the city gate and waiting for your return." Yan Hai tried his best to cheer up and said. He was even older than Xiongbai, and now Xiongbai had fallen, he had a premonition that his life was about to come to an end.

"If we want to leave, we must go together. How can we let you stay here and wait to die?" Cheng Mo retorted without hesitation.

"But, it may not be possible for so many of us to act together! Who can guarantee that we can find a new water source before we die of thirst?" Xiya frowned and said worriedly.

"My suggestion is that we go our separate ways," Cheng Mo said.

"Go separately? Isn't that too dangerous?" Xifa frowned, his heart full of worry. Before, he was worried that they would have difficulty reaching the new water source due to the large number of people; but now, he began to worry that if they split up and marched, they might not be able to effectively resist the dangers encountered on the road.

"No way." Cheng Mo shook his head helplessly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination. He looked around, seeing the sad expressions on the faces of the people around him, and said softly: "This is the best way at the moment. The drought crisis is imminent, and we must make this decision. When this disaster is over, everyone can return to Qiming City, so there is no need to be too sad."

"Well...then let's follow the city lord's arrangement. I hope we can meet again someday." Yan Hai sighed deeply. His body was trembling slightly when he said this, as if he had used up all his strength. Then he turned around tremblingly and left slowly. Only the rest of the people were left there, looking at each other, at a loss.

*

At night, Cheng Mo stood quietly in the yard. Even at night, there was no cool feeling here. There was only an extremely uncomfortable heat.

"Cheng Mo!" Suddenly, a voice broke the silence of the night.

Cheng Mo looked up in confusion, only to see a small golden ball falling rapidly towards him in midair, and landed accurately in his arms. The sudden change frightened Cheng Mo so much that he threw the small ball away in a panic, shouting, "What the hell?! What is that?!"

The little ball shook its round body, and then a flash of light turned it into a cute little white tiger. The little white tiger rushed over with tears in his eyes and hugged Cheng Mo's thighs, crying in a baby voice: "Cheng Mo! Go save Ban Mu! He doesn't want to live anymore!"

"What?!" Cheng Mo was shocked when he heard that. He grabbed the little white tiger by the scruff of its neck and even forgot to ask about its identity. He hurriedly said, "Where is Banmu? Take me there!"

The little white tiger sobbed and cried, "Now I am in the outer world..."

Cheng Mo was extremely anxious and hurriedly urged, "Then take me there quickly!"

The little white tiger burped and whimpered, as if he suddenly remembered something, and replied stutteringly: "Forgot, forgot, you can't go up now..."

"..." Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, glared at the little white tiger fiercely, and asked sternly: "Wait! You are the world consciousness, right? Can't you take me up? You don't want Banmu to die like this, do you?!"

The little white tiger burst into tears, "I don't want this to happen! But that guy Banmu actually closed the Heaven Beyond Heaven. There is no way for me to get in! He just threw me down from there!"

"Please, as a world consciousness, you are too weak, aren't you?!" Cheng Mo shook the little white tiger in his hand with a look of disdain, and at the same time raised his head and looked at the sky worriedly, saying: "Since I can't go up, can you ask him to come down to see me?"

"But, but he didn't listen to me..." The world consciousness felt very aggrieved, especially when he recalled the scene of being ruthlessly thrown out of the hall just now, the grievance in his heart surged into his heart like a tide.

"It's not you! Ha! This won't work, and that won't work either. How do you want me to save Banmu?!" Cheng Mo was almost mad with anger. How could this world consciousness be so useless? There was no domineering aura of a world master at all!