After several months of preparation and repairs, the warship had been completely transformed. New shoots of plants had begun to grow across the island's surface. Though they were a highly exotic shade of blue-green, they still added a touch of life, so it was no longer the ruin riddled with pits and overflowing with Azure Jade Pulp that it had once been.
When we flew into the city, the low-level Qiongtian Immortals here were like industrious worker bees, flying everywhere. Some transported supplies from the surrounding area over long distances, while others assembled and built simple offensive and defensive city facilities. Judging from the city's scale and population, there were at least two to three hundred thousand people—a truly massive number.
Of course, Qiongtian Immortals were extremely rare. These people were all part of the plan to control the ghost gu, so the ones being used were all immortals from the Heavenly City. Their division of labor was therefore exceptionally clear: skilled craftsmen were responsible for building the nest, while combat immortals focused on cultivation. Han Shanshan had no shortage of brilliant experts under her command.
The people who came to welcome us were no longer hunters riding Gale Beasts. This time, Han Shanshan was floating in the air with Zhao Yu and Jiufang Tao, along with several of my disciples—Fan Ya, Fan An, Fan Xiao, and Fan De. Naturally, they were no longer their original selves, but ghost-gu bodies possessing Qiongtian Immortal meridians.
Although most of those whose names could be called out were at the upper third or upper second rank, their comprehension and aptitude should both be among the best. Reaching the upper first rank was therefore only a matter of time and resources.
This time, I had Wangxiang and Cangtian Luanhai prepare and bring countless resources.