Zhang Yu could see through that layer of mist more than a hundred spiritual creatures crouching there. The thick smoke was billowing from the holes in their bodies.
It reminded him of that enormous pure-spirit creature.
As for the thing before him, through the obscuring mist, he could see people constantly feeding various blackish-brown ores into the exposed furnace chambers.
These things devoured the essence of the ores' spirituality, while the residual spiritual force they expelled radiated outward from them, forming hundreds of stable spiritual pools and an orderly cycle. Unlike the spirituality in the wilderness, it was no longer scattered and ethereal.
An orderly environment could be put to normal use. The distribution of small factories and residential areas throughout the city clearly revolved around these hundred-plus spiritual creatures.
But that was only how it appeared to him. To ordinary residents, it was not so. In their eyes, a carriage was merely a carriage, wrapped in metal, wood, and leather, with no spiritual changes involved. And these enormous spiritual creatures before them were merely factories belching thick smoke.
"Dao Master."
A voice sounded beside him.
Zhang Yu looked over and saw the middle-aged man who had spoken with him earlier. Smiling with a trace of pride, he said, "These are Linhui City's Radiant Spirit Factories. All the power in our city depends on them. They are like the city's heart, and the pipelines radiating outward are its blood vessels. It is these hundred-plus Radiant Spirit Factories that support the city's population of nearly ten million."
Perhaps because they were gradually approaching the city, or perhaps because the blessing ritual earlier had worked, the man who had stammered somewhat when speaking to him before was now more animated, no longer as nervous and uneasy as before.
Zhang Yu said, "You