"BOOM!"
Thunder rolled across the wilderness, roaring like a dragon.
Zhang Yang sat cross-legged atop Azure Nether Mountain, which rose nearly ten thousand meters high. As he watched the clouds and mist surge and lightning dance, his heart was utterly tranquil.
The torrential rain that had been brewing for a full nine years finally poured down today. Billions upon billions of strands of spiritual qi surged between Heaven and Earth, endlessly alive, circulating without cease.
From this day onward, the Azure Nether Realm had finally stepped onto the right track—though saying so was rather a stretch.
But in reality, it was already far better off than most people.
At that moment, a flash of black light suddenly flickered in Zhang Yang's hand, and a black sail the size of a palm appeared. This was his wholly exclusive treasure, the Death Black Sail—the treasure he would not trade even for an Immortal Artifact.
With a slight stir of his thoughts, he instantly understood the situation of his Zerg avatar, as well as Tao Yao, Qu Shang, and the others, in that world.
The situation was unexpectedly good. This idle move had truly delighted him.
After letting out a soft breath, Zhang Yang reviewed his plans once more. Then he waved his hand, bringing the Fate Village Building Order into his grasp. Looking at the shifting aura of fate upon it, he said leisurely, "I can accept another Destiny Village Building Task, but the condition I want in exchange is this: I want to cultivate another True Realm Seed, with a quality of at least Desolate Wild-grade, and I must have sole ownership of it."
After Zhang Yang finished speaking, the Fate Village Building Order remained silent. A moment later, several lines of information slowly surfaced before him in the form of