After making the corresponding arrangements, the Alliance cultivators who had finished packing bid one another farewell and set off down different paths.
An Dongcheng led the cultivators who remained behind in charge of repairing this place.
Although a rain of fire had successfully collapsed the entire Three Realms Mountain range, leaving the region as lakes ringed by mountain passes—an environment exceptionally suited to the growth and reproduction of Razor-Gold Spiders—anyone with half a brain knew that establishing a proper industry chain around them could not possibly be settled so easily.
First, they had to dispatch people to use spiritual power to carve out dedicated breeding grounds amid these mountains and lakes.
The areas could not be too large. After all, these creatures were ferocious beasts. Should their numbers grow excessive, they might trigger a beast riot. The cultivators had barely survived the war; they had no desire to endure another ordeal of the same kind.
Of course, the sites could not be too refined or too small either. If every spider needed its own pit, how many people would they need to watch over the things?
What they needed was a population capable of growing and reproducing on its own, one that could be harvested regularly—not some beastly old master perched over their heads demanding to be waited on.
The little spiritual stones they earned from it would not even compare to what they could make in a single day muddling along in Heyang City.
Then there was the specialized slaughtering and processing afterward, not to mention shipping the products out. Any one of those was an enormous headache.
The one good thing was that the current external environment was indeed exceptionally favorable to their operations. As long as they produced something, they could essentially guarantee they would not suffer