Lu Xuanji led a group of Lu family disciples, bustling around so frantically that their feet barely touched the ground.
They registered everyone, distributed tools, and allocated mining zones.
Although the old man was exhausted and sweating profusely, his face had bloomed into a chrysanthemum of a smile.
They had struck it rich. This time, they had truly struck it rich.
More than twenty thousand free laborers—how many divine crystals could they dig up?
Moreover, the sects behind these people were all waiting to receive their share of the fat meat.
Yang Lingtian stood on the steps of Profound Dragon Hall, watching the bustling scene before him.
He felt little joy. Instead, there was a trace of ennui.
Too weak.
The so-called experts of the Southern Suburban Region were no different from clay chickens and paper dogs in his eyes.
"Looks like I'll have to venture deeper."
He raised his head and looked toward the distant east. That was the core region of this star.
That was where the true Divine Emperor peak experts were—and perhaps even... half-step Divine Emperors.
"Sect Master."
Lu Tian came trotting over, holding several Storage Rings in his hands, his face filled with respect.
"These were searched from the three old bastards."
"Besides divine crystals, there are several decent Divine Emperor artifacts, and... a strange order."
Yang Lingtian took the order.
It was neither metal nor jade, pitch-black from end to end, with an ancient "Desolate" character carved upon it.
The strokes were vigorous and powerful, exuding a primordial aura.
Unlike the sinister skull order from before, this one carried a kind of imperial majesty.
"The Great Desolate Order?"
Yang Lingtian rubbed the edge of the order, deep in thought.
The inheritance of Profound Dragon Divine Emperor seemed to have mentioned something like this.
It