The 'Civilization' of Immortals

"General Gu An, the Retainers not under Sacred Moon's control have already been transferred from Heavenly Rampart and the Southern Lands. They await your orders at any time!"

Upon the desolate land shrouded by the Blood Moon, Gu An listened to an immortal's report and looked ahead.

There stood rows of neatly constructed buildings—square, flat-roofed structures, three stories, four stories, even dozens of stories high. Spaces lay between the buildings, while shops and orderly roads filled the gaps amid the towering blocks.

Gu An was slightly stunned. The immortals had sunk from ancient times to the present, yet they too had gradually advanced with the times, doing everything possible to avoid once again being wiped out by the living beings of the world. He had even heard Spirit Lord describe a wild vision: to establish the most beautiful possible future in this world, making living beings forget war and deception, forget living like oxen and horses.

Then they would also forget cultivation. Once they forgot their own memories and inheritances, forgot their own history, would the future Immortal Court still suffer the living beings' counterattack?

Gu An swept his gaze across the uniformly planned buildings.

This was the future Spirit Lord had envisioned.

Living beings would move into these iron cages. In the future, they would no longer strive to break through the limits of their bodies. They would run themselves ragged for three meals a day, striving merely to obtain the food their instincts demanded. In the end, they would step into reincarnation at the hundred-year mark, providing immortals with endless faith and energy.

"What wishful thinking."

Gu An cursed inwardly. Yet now, he had to fight and kill for Spirit Lord's wishful thinking.

He looked around the front, where dust rolled in great clouds.

Beyond these building