Lu Jing gazed at the white sea of flowers covering the mountains and plains. Listening to Wang Dong'er's sigh, he nodded softly, an almost imperceptible melancholy in his voice. "The world ten thousand years from now has seen Soul Tools develop far too quickly. Cities keep expanding, steel and concrete have replaced grass and trees, Soul Tool train tracks stretch across inch after inch of land, and even the sky has been shattered by the trails of flying vehicles. Forget a sea of flowers like this—even whole forests have become rare sights."
They came from the Douluo Continent ten thousand years in the future. They had personally witnessed the conveniences brought by Soul Tool technology, as well as the desolation left behind by the destruction of nature.
Those towering Spirit Guidance Towers and roaring factories brought progress to civilization, but they also devoured far too much pristine natural beauty.
A look of understanding flashed through Wang Dong'er's eyes.
Although she had grown up in the Clear Sky Sect, she had also visited prosperous cities and knew how greatly Soul Tools had changed daily life.
She had simply never considered that behind those changes lay the disappearance of so much natural scenery.
"Let's not talk about that."
Coming back to herself, she looked around again and asked curiously, "Where exactly is the thing we're looking for? It can't be these flowers, can it?"
"I only know that it's somewhere on the back mountain. We'll have to search for the exact location."
Lu Jing spread his hands. His Spiritual Power expanded outward like an invisible net as he carefully examined every trace of energy fluctuation. "There's a special aura hidden here. It's faint, so we'll need to look slowly."
Wang Dong'er did not ask further questions. She calmed herself and mobilized the