"Shatter this world..."
Xiao Linyue froze slightly at Lin Xi's words.
"Is there truly no other way?"
"If there were, who would choose this? Better to shatter as jade than survive as a roof tile-it's easy enough to say, but far harder to do. Besides, Cloud Province lies along an Immortal Mountain Branch, with an intricate web of spiritual energy channels and underground roots. Great Powers have emerged here before, too."
"Ancient blessed lands like this have generally given birth to earth spirits on the level of a lesser Heavenly Dao. They aren't as easy to destroy as ordinary mortal lands."
Lin Xi's expression remained impassive as he analyzed the decision made by the Immortal Alliance's higher-ups.
"It would be best if we could preserve it," Xiao Linyue said.
Lin Xi said, "That depends on the Cloudthunder Sect's own fortunes. If they can seize this opportunity to counterattack against the Outer Dao, our Immortal Alliance will naturally help them preserve their foundations. If we can't preserve them, we can hardly leave them to nourish the enemy."
As the two spoke, a vast procession of insect soldiers crossed the distant ground, hauling resources gathered from the earth toward an Insect Hive.
They were soldiers in wartime and workers and farmers in peacetime-producers who needed neither entertainment nor cultivation to better themselves. All their time, energy, and strength went into these mundane tasks.
Most of those resources were rich ores gathered from underground, transformed and refined through the Mycelial Carpet's root system. With only some simple processing, they could be turned into an unending supply of armor, weapons, and magical treasures, or other construction materials for production facilities.
If this situation continued, the Puppet Dao's resources and military strength would only grow, and its advantage would become ever greater.
While these insect