Qi Refiner!
Flying Sword!
Just as the New Continent welcomed dawn, more and more survivors awoke from their sleep.
The sudden explosion of news immediately caused a long-missed commotion on the World Channel panel. The speed at which messages flooded the screen was nearly as lively as it had been at the start of the wasteland.
The territories with populations of several hundred thousand or more erupted into celebrations, as if it were the New Year.
Countless people cheered excitedly, seemingly already imagining themselves flying on swords, soaring through the heavens and burrowing into the earth.
Unlike the power technology granted humanity, this pinnacle of individual strength was undoubtedly far more tempting.
Once mastered, it would be like a carp leaping through the Dragon Gate—one step to the heavens.
For those at the bottom in particular, it was an irresistible temptation.
Dragon Flag Territory, Dragon Flag County, Council Hall.
Smack.
One electric lamp after another lit up, driving away the darkness and chill before the morning sun had risen.
The half-closed door was pushed open from outside from time to time, and hurried figures entered one after another, looking for seats.
By the time Long An Guo entered, nearly all the managers, both senior and junior, had arrived.
Unlike the ordinary people outside, who were cheering excitedly, everyone present wore tightly furrowed brows and gloomy expressions. They silently flipped through the materials in their hands.
"Everyone's here."
A moment later, a voice came from the doorway, and the half-closed door shut inward from outside.
There were about sixty-five people in the room. They were the entire upper management of Dragon Flag Territory, a territory with a population of eight million.
"You've all read the information in your hands. I'm afraid this matter will bring disaster rather than fortune."
Long An