Lu Jing gazed at the vast sea of white flowers covering the mountains, listening to Wang Dong'er's sigh. He nodded gently, a faint, almost imperceptible melancholy in his voice. "The world ten thousand years later developed Soul Tools too quickly. Cities kept expanding, reinforced concrete replaced grass and trees, Soul Tool train tracks stretched across every inch of land, and even the sky was fragmented by the trails of flying vehicles. Forget flower seas like this—even whole groves of trees became rare."
They came from the Douluo Continent ten thousand years later. They had witnessed firsthand the conveniences brought by Soul Tool Technology, as well as the desolation left behind by the destruction of nature.
Those towering Soul Tool towers and roaring factories brought progress to civilization, but they also devoured too much pure natural beauty.
A trace of understanding flashed through Wang Dong'er's eyes.
Although she had grown up in the Clear Sky Sect, she had also visited bustling cities and knew how greatly Soul Tools had changed life.
She had simply never considered that behind those changes lay the disappearance of so much natural scenery.
"Let's not talk about that."
She came back to herself and looked around again, asking curiously, "Where exactly is the thing we're looking for? It can't be these flowers, can it?"
"I only know that it's somewhere on this Back Mountain. We'll have to search for the exact location."
Lu Jing spread his hands. His spiritual power expanded outward like an invisible net, carefully probing every trace of energy fluctuation. "This place is hiding a special aura. It's faint, so we'll need to search slowly."
Wang Dong'er did not ask any further questions. She calmed herself and mobilized the Soul Power inside the body, joining Lu Jing in sensing their surroundings.
The power