The Ten-Thousand-Year Black Tortoise

Every department entered the "dissection" phase, each handling its own duties.

Chen Fan, meanwhile, had become the one person with nothing to do. The procedures had long been settled, and there was nowhere he needed to step in. Holding a bowl of dumplings, he stood at the Missile Storage Base and looked toward the gap left behind.

They had just launched three million Sky-Piercing Pillars.

They had used the ones on the surface, leaving the underground reserves untouched. The gap was glaringly obvious, like a bald patch on a middle-aged man's head. It was an ugly sight.

It hurt just to look at it.

After a long while,

he popped the last dumpling into his mouth and stretched with satisfaction.

Batch after batch of eerie stones was shipped back to the Mortal Domain. Tian Ce, head of the Finance Pavilion, watched from the side with a grin stretching almost to his ears. Excellence Continent had barely mounted any effective resistance in this campaign.

They had spent virtually no eerie stones.

That meant all those eerie stones were theirs.

If only every continent lord were like the one on Excellence Continent.

Keke, Weiw ei, and Tiantian had joined the battlefield too.

Until—

the third day after the battle arrived.

"Domain Lord."

Standing before the desk in the cave, Wang Kui reported the results of the postwar inventory. "We've collected all the eerie stones. The total is nine trillion."

That was about right for a Fourth-Level Continent.

Of course,

it wasn't as rich as Falcon Continent. But then, not every continent focused its development on Economic Branch Dark Technology.

"Besides that,"

"we found some historical records from Excellence Continent. Nothing important. Its continent lord, for example, inherited the position from his father thirteen years ago."

"We're still collecting Exotic Treasures and blueprints."