The dojo had already been built, so they might as well construct spatial passages too. A team from the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory promptly headed for Tempered Dao Mountain. Others provided heavenly materials and earthly treasures, hired them to improve their artifact refining and formation arts, and they could make money besides. Why not?
Tempered Dao Mountain was now in the midst of massive construction. The Heavenly Laws frequently trembled, and its entire atmosphere had taken on a brand-new look.
Slowly, one spread to ten, ten spread to a hundred.
The Chaotic Void Northern Land was boundlessly vast, and those top Dao lineages were all wealthy households. They all went to invite the "experts" of the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory to develop their sects' mountains and rivers, leaving behind countless fine tales.
A thousand years later.
Chen Xun and the others left Tempered Dao Mountain and traveled throughout the Immortal Realm, accepting every kind of job. They saw the customs of every race, each stranger than the last. Races that gnawed tree bark or ate mountains and swallowed rivers were nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet wherever they went, the land was vast and its spiritual resources sparse, with heavenly materials and earthly treasures carpeting the ground.
"Haul it! Haul it!"
Chen Xun stood atop a lofty mountain, directing them with an exceptionally grave expression. "Damn it... they're filthy rich..."
He now thoroughly understood what it meant for immortal materials to be inexhaustible and endlessly renewable. Not to mention a million years or ten million years—even after hundreds of millions of years, there might not be a barren sight in view.
Just the countless stars in the starry sky alone—he had heard that the mining dharma vessels of the Cosmic Immortal Voyage had dozens scrapped every hundred years. So long