The earth was scarred as far as the eye could see.
From high above, the ruins of the cities looked like debris scattered across the ground.
A closer look revealed tiny black specks flying between the buildings, using Earth and Wood Arts to patch things up here and there.
They were all Cultivators, just not ones suited to battle.
Their strengths lay in Life Skills: construction, medicine, forging, Alchemy, planting, and raising livestock.
Xu Yuan looked away as a question surfaced in his mind.
When transporting recruits and trainees, why did people in both ancient and modern times favor large Flying Boats over Teleportation Arrays?
Was it a matter of cost?
He sat in the control room at the rear of the cabin, staring at the Formation Discs set into the walls.
There were Flight Formation Discs, Alert Formation Discs, Five-Element Defensive Formation Discs, Large-Scale War Attack Formations... and more.
But only the Flight Formation Disc was glowing.
They left the others off to save Spirit Stones.
That meant a Flying Boat carrying troops needed a Cultivator aboard to handle any surprises.
It was the most economical arrangement.
Since Xu Yuan had come all this way, he had taken the mission to transport the recruits.
Bored, he watched the desolate land below and quietly pondered his own affairs.
Face Tribulation Transcendence first?
Or go see the Ancient God?
Besides that, he still had to study the True Explanation of Imago.
So much to do.
Xu Yuan sighed.
Fortunately, compared with before, his mind had settled. He could stay patient and take things one step at a time.
Zhang Pengcheng approached, his face alight with excitement, and said softly:
"Look what I got."
In his hand was a fistful of yellowed leaves that gave off a faint fragrance. Just smelling them