"Master, Uncle Mo, today's work reinforcing the ley lines has been fully completed."
Beneath the blazing sun, a young cultivator in a plain Daoist robe bowed as he reported to Ye Xiu and Daoist Huai Jin.
"Well done."
True Person Huai Jin looked at the mountains and ley lines before him, now utterly transformed, and nodded in satisfaction.
After the Dragon Soul had been slain, this stretch of mountains had also been damaged until it was nearly a plain. High-yield spiritual explosives were extraordinary in power to begin with, and the dragon body remaining within the ley lines still contained traces of spiritual power. Drawn together, those forces had directly turned all the land in this region upside down.
If left alone, then after a rather long time, these ley lines might well become an exceptionally fertile plain.
After all, in the final stage of that great battle, the Dragon Soul had used its own divine ability as a catalyst, summoning every mountain, river, plant, tree, bird, and beast that had grown upon the land where the dragon body was buried.
These creatures had all once carried the special power radiating from the dragon vein. Their blood and vitality were abundant, their souls substantial—they were truly premium local produce.
And during the final slaughter, countless demonic beasts had perished here. Their scattered flesh, blood, and bones would all become nourishment for this land once more.
But for these ley lines to fully digest all of it, no one knew how many years it would take.
True Person Huai Jin and Ye Xiu did not have that kind of patience.
What they sought was something that could produce tangible results in the short term—and bring substantial benefits.
Thus, turning over the earth became the foremost task before a city could be