After disbanding most of my army, only 3000-strong remained with me.

Those where the crem-de-la-crem.

The strongest, most rational and powerful males and females of the old group. Even if a modern human would still call them barbaric savages.

Still, not all of those shall go with me to my kingdom.

90% of those shall stay behind, near the foundations where the post-war party was held.

Only 300 specimens shall ascend with me.

Those are the absolute best, and, dare I say, the ones who have so much potential I can grin only by looking at them.

The reason is simple: The time of differentiation is drawing near.

As soon as this world’s True Elves reach a certain level of rationality and creativity, their own bodies will start to modify.

This is one of the particularities of True Elves. They are a primitive race by nature. The mother and the father of all myriad races which shall inhabit this world one day.

The only one who doesn’t change with reason and creativity is me, given Tiphoon’s blessings.

In fact, the 10% most Elite of my people have already started to mutate. They have small changes to their ears, which became a little longer.

If they stay in the ground, they will become High Elves, but I do not wish for that. I wish for them to become Angels, Demons, Dragons and Demi-Gods.

Those kinds of beings can’t be formed under this world’s current magic power. It is immense, but it is also too chaotically aligned, and those kinds of beings need purer and more refined energy to be born.

Only by reaching the apex of energy of this planet, by channeling it all towards a single point, can I reach the amount of needed energy to form these kinds of creatures!

Therefore, I prepared a Great Tree.

It has its roots firmly planted on the Foundation I built out of the brontosaurus’ remains, as well as many other much stronger beings, which the members of my army didn’t see me gathering.

All the powerful dead dinosaurs here bring about a majestic amount of death aura. Say what you want, those beings are gigantic creatures of immense might. In this planet, currently, there are none as strong as them.

Such aura can subdue anything. Even the world’s energy.

And by subduing it, it becomes ethereal and extremely condensed. It reaches the peak of yin energy and buries itself underground.

But it is in the peak of yin that yang is first born.

A small, but immensely fierce wood flame qi fuels itself from the perpetual yin qi, nourishing the tree’s roots with yang water energy.

This yang water energy is the sole most powerful force for plants, which are the natural catalysts of the world for the transformation of yang water energy into yin wood energy!

That’s why I have decided to channel the world’s energy to this place, by creating World Veins.

Those World Veins come from all sources, as I manipulated a gigantic spell-array all over the planet.

I first thought that Tiphoon would object, since I was mutating its body, but only quiet acquiescence came from it.

It knows that Angels, Demons, Dragons and other such species shall give him faster development, since those shall become the forefathers of immensely gifted humans!

This is why this world, through the course of a few weeks, slowly grew energy patterns all over itself.

Initially, these energy patterns would be determined by the planet’s feng shui. But as Tiphoon is a very young planet, not even reaching the billion years of age, it is too irregular for allow for such!