In a thatched hut on the outskirts of the city.
A woodcutter who had not yet fallen asleep was startled awake by the scene outside his window. He threw on some clothes, walked out of his hut, and looked up at the sky.
Then, he saw countless streams of light converging from all directions, building something on top of the giant pillar. A flat surface and a magnificent structure took shape, layer by layer, in the night sky.
The woodcutter's mouth slowly fell open, and the axe in his hand dropped to the ground.
'No... this... how is this being built? How is it not collapsing? How can that pillar underneath possibly support it? This... could it be... a miracle?'
...
The pyramid was finally complete.
Lin Qingfeng, following the same model, then sculpted a giant sphinx next to the pyramid. He hovered high in the air, looking at the pyramid and sphinx before him, and nodded in satisfaction.
'My masterpiece is complete.'
