There were still sixteen hours until the competition ended.
Deliveries flew like snowflakes to every corner of Longevity Prefecture. Human Emperor Banners were sent by courier companies into forbidden zones, each one containing several old ghosts.
A moment ago, they had been building frameworks on A Station. The next, they were packed up and shipped away. After emerging from the Human Emperor Banners, they were still dizzy and disoriented. Quite a few Ghost Cultivators even braced themselves against mushroom walls and vomited translucent fragments of their Primordial Spirits.
Looking at these Ghost Cultivators, the courier in charge of delivery felt that they were truly pitiful. Ghost Cultivators really had it rough.
Though his own life was not much better, at least he was still human.
After vomiting, he looked again at the delivery location: a forbidden zone.
Feeling the aura emanating from the forbidden zone, he could not help swallowing.
Good plots of land were all alike, while bad plots came in every grotesque variety.
Different forbidden zones concealed different Calamities. Some Calamities amplified certain plants by hundreds or thousands of times, eventually creating an extremely terrifying ecological environment.
The forbidden zone before him was one such place. The mushrooms here had been enhanced a hundredfold in both toughness and reproductive ability, filling the three-hundred-square-meter forbidden zone with mushrooms of every color.
These mushrooms were like towering ancient trees. After rain, they released colorful spores into the surroundings, keeping the area shrouded in a rainbow mist at all times.
Fortunately, once they left the forbidden zone's range, the mushroom spores lost their internal Traits and became ordinary mushrooms.
Dealing with these mushrooms required a huge amount of money. The local corporation could not possibly spend that much, so they simply left them alone.
Once the Ghost Cultivators had recovered somewhat,