Pioneer squads, total number: fifty.
The Federation's minimum strength requirement was peak Star Spirit.
They could be martial arts associations or forces formed independently.
Specially approved martial arts associations could participate or choose not to compete—it all depended on their mood.
The major factions were all recruiting pioneer squads.
There were a total of one hundred and eight wastelands in the pioneer territory.
The three major regions would be contested. The top major factions would not form just one squad.
If they lacked manpower themselves, then naturally they would recruit externally, offering the others a trifling profit.
Experts would contend across the three major regions, and in the end, the top ten squads would be selected from each region.
Then, based on each squad's strength, the one hundred and eight wastelands would be divided among them.
Once the Star Demons, ruins, and various dangers in a wasteland had been cleared, the Federation would send people to develop it once, while the pioneer squad would sit back and collect seventy percent of the profits.
Jiang Changkong's phone rang. Messages from the three families read: "Changkong, want to join our squad? Guaranteed victory. We'll give you thirty percent."
Thirty percent was already a considerable benefit.
But Jiang Changkong was unwilling. He wanted to form a pioneer squad himself and compete.
"There won't be any peak Star Venerables participating this time, right?" Jiang Changkong asked.
"Barring any surprises, there won't be. Peak Star Venerables rarely come out; they are all in seclusion, striving to break into the Star Dao.
"The Jin Tianchen you killed was entirely an accident. It could not have been unrelated to the Immortal Palace."
The Heng Family replied.
"Mm. Since it's only late-stage Star Venerables, I think I can give it a shot." Jiang Changkong recalled Huo Qinglan's words.