A Fifth-Rank Alchemist: The Road Home at Nascent Soul Perfection Begins

The stars shifted, the years passed without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, sixty years were gone.

In those mere sixty years, Cold Wind Immortal City had changed beyond recognition.

The city alone had nearly doubled in size. More than thirty Nascent Soul-level powers had arrived to join it, while powers below Nascent Soul and Rogue Cultivators were too numerous to count.

In those sixty years, the snowy lands around Cold Wind Immortal City had seen another round of land reclamation.

"My lord, the Tian Family and several Nascent Soul Sects have joined forces to reclaim ten thousand li of spirit land to the north—"

Lin Chang'an had just emerged from seclusion when he came to the main hall. Bing Yun respectfully gave him a detailed account of recent developments.

A huge map floated in the hall. As Bing Yun pointed out each area, markings appeared to show which powers now occupied it and which lands had been brought into their territory.

Seated below, Lin Chang'an sipped Spirit Tea. The sight pleased him, but it also left him somewhat helpless, and he frowned.

"The greatest obstacle to land reclamation isn't the demon beasts occupying it. Many spirit lands lie in harsh places filled with Miasma, poisonous gas, bitter winds, and brutal cold.

"To truly bring them into the territory takes vast amounts of manpower and resources. Large Array Barriers must also be set up, then maintained over long years to gradually change the terrain, the earth's veins, the Yin Wind, and more. That's the hardest part."

Looking at the ten thousand li of newly reclaimed Spirit Soil, Lin Chang'an nodded.

"Since those families took it, allocate the spirit lands according to the previous rules. In particular, don't shortchange anyone who made great contributions to the reclamation."

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