"Mm, stay calm."
After his wild joy, Zhang Yang first discarded the notion of making a fortune. He really did not want some day for a giant hand to appear out of thin air and pinch him away like a louse. How embarrassing would that be?
"This thing is still technically a Village Building Order, but many of its functions can no longer be used. In particular, it would be best not to do something like constructing an entire city out of thin air. That would leave traces."
"Besides, I don't know which faction this Village Building Order—or the Backend Modifier—belongs to, nor do I know which faction opposes it. I'd better not get involved, so I have to use this thing cautiously."
"Mm, according to common sense, I have to deal with this thing's backend tracking mode first. I can't work myself to the bone only to end up making a wedding dress for someone else."
"Also, I can't let the Village Building Order's enemies discover the slightest clue. How well I control this will depend entirely on my Wood Spear Crafting skills."
As he pondered this, Zhang Yang quietly put away the Immortal Cultivation Village Building Order that had lost its backend.
He had already decided to study it further when the Demonic Wind rose during the Sleepless Night.
Now he was deeply thankful that he had not given the Khergit Boatmen a gift. That was why he had been dumped in this godforsaken Black Earth Plains, where even rabbits would not relieve themselves.
This place was one of the Nine Desolations of the Immortal Cultivation True Realm. There were few major figures here, no Immortal Cultivation Sects, and, most importantly, it seemed to have fused to a certain extent with the borders of other True Realms. That