The next day, after becoming the young leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Qin Mu did not rush to cultivate some world-destroying demonic art, nor did he sit upon the throne issuing commands.
He changed into ordinary clothes and leisurely left the main headquarters with his attendant, entering the secular industries under the Heavenly Demon Sect's control.
Hu Liena followed behind Qin Mu, her heart originally filled with unease.
By Douluo Continent's understanding, a name like "Heavenly Demon Sect" sounded steeped in evil, bloodshed, and depravity.
She had even prepared herself to witness cruel scenes of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and living human sacrifices.
Yet when she truly set foot upon this land, everything before her shattered her understanding.
There were no blood sacrifices, no oppression.
Before her stretched endless fertile fields, crisscrossed by broad canals.
Hu Liena widened her alluring fox eyes and stared fixedly at a massive waterwheel by the canal.
That waterwheel required neither the force of flowing water nor human labor to turn.
At its core was embedded an array disk covered in intricate patterns.
As the faint spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed through the air, the array disk emitted a dim blue glow. The enormous waterwheel began turning automatically with a rumble, precisely pumping river water to terraced fields dozens of miles away.
From an enormous workshop not far away came the deafening roar of machinery.
Unable to resist, Hu Liena walked closer and saw hundreds upon thousands of huge looms operating at high speed.
There were no Soul Power fluctuations and no Soul Masters controlling them. Those looms relied entirely on wind- and lightning-element array patterns engraved upon their bases to automatically weave silkworm silk into exquisitely beautiful cloth.
Their speed was such that even the finest tailors on Douluo