Beneath the empty, silent starry sky.
Outside the megalith-built structures of the Ecological Zone, surrounded by interwoven black and white rays, a team of five Second Realm cultivators entered the range of the Wood Spirit Formation. A Third Realm Wood Cultivator immediately approached, collected the Storage Bags from their hands, and inspected the goods within on the spot.
The Third Realm cultivator quickly finished the inspection, turning into a streak of light and landing inside a three-story Wooden Building west of the megalith-built structures. The five Second Realm cultivators transporting supplies seemed afraid of something. They withdrew from the Wood Spirit Formation's range as quickly as possible and headed toward a nearby teahouse.
The teahouse buzzed with voices. Where the main hall's stage should have been, there was a beast-fighting arena, where two vicious dogs tore at each other. The people placing bets nearby shouted in excitement, their emotions seeming to seek some outlet.
Several dozen kilometers from the meteorite, Wang Ping sighed with some regret. He should have known things would not go so smoothly. Still, it did not matter. He had ample time to verify it, and Guan Xi seemed even more patient than he was. So far, he had not sent a single urging message through the Communication Token.
Time slowly passed.
When Wang Ping saw the fifth batch of energy crystals delivered to the transfer station, the Wood Spirit Formation around the megalith-built structures flashed with a trace of green light. Then, Wang Ping caught a somewhat chaotic Primordial Spirit Consciousness.
Yulian caught that Primordial Spirit as well. She immediately crawled out of his sleeve, climbed onto Wang Ping's shoulder, and lay there.
At that moment, a pale green barrier flashed across the surface of the megalith-built structures. As ripples spread over its surface, a figure