The Thorn Saintess said solemnly, "Even a God Tier being can suffer severe injuries through carelessness, or even risk falling."
"But if we succeed, the construction time can be reduced to one-seventh. All basic materials can be refined in just one month."
"My Lord, you must be cauti—" Morning light spilled over the tower tops of Starfire City, golden radiance flowing down along the magical patterns. The entire city seemed draped in a sacred mantle. Eileen stood at the highest point of the Lord's Temple, her gaze piercing the clouds as she looked down upon the thriving Gale Snowfield below. The once barren, frozen tundra was now covered by crisscrossing magitech roads, densely scattered city clusters, and endless fertile fields. The breath of life surged like a spring tide, completely reshaping this land of bitter cold.
"My Lord." A low, respectful voice sounded behind her as Bian Yu entered. He wore dark green armor, silver vines symbolizing his status as the Thorn Saint coiled around his shoulders. His gaze still carried the steadiness forged through the fires of war.
"How is it?" Eileen did not turn around. Her voice was calm, yet filled with power.
"The latest figures show that newly arrived residents exceeded eight hundred thousand this week, bringing the total permanent population to one hundred and twenty-eight million. Agricultural output is steadily rising. Total food production this quarter is expected to exceed nine hundred million units, enough to sustain the current population for three years." Bian Yu spoke firmly. "As for industry, all seventy workshop districts are operating at full capacity. Daily production of equipment and items has risen thirty-seven percent compared with last month. Commercial street occupancy has reached ninety-two percent, with weapon workshops and alchemy houses in particular setting new records for average daily transaction volume."