Heaven and earth underwent a great upheaval, yet the Tribulation Deliverance Disciples did not stop their work.
On the contrary, they hauled things away even faster.
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
A Golden Core True Person stood atop a spirit vein, his hands flashing through spell seals as he pulled spirit veins out of the earth and sealed them inside a precious flask.
"The higher cultivators hold nothing back when they fight. This realm's laws are about to fall into chaos! While we can still keep things stable, move as much as you can!"
Beside him, dozens of Foundation Establishment disciples sweated like rain, not daring to slacken in the slightest. Formation flags fluttered in their hands as they forcibly extracted the earth veins across a thousand-mile radius, turning them into streams of light that vanished into the Immortal Vessels.
Dao Lords cared nothing for these mosquito-leg scraps of resources, but they were different.
"Senior brother!"
A disciple looked up and shouted, "That mine to the east is about to collapse! We haven't finished extracting the spirit materials inside!"
"Leave them!" the Golden Core True Person said through gritted teeth. "There's no time. Move on to the next site."
Before his words had faded, a muffled rumble came from the distance.
A mine a thousand zhang tall collapsed with a thunderous crash. Dust billowed into the sky, blotting out half the heavens. Yet no one so much as glanced back.
The fleet of Immortal Vessels darted through the sky, gathering up crates of spirit materials and entire cities of mortals.
Chu Mo stood aboard an Immortal Vessel, holding a booklet.
It listed the treasures collected from the Mystic Court. Spirit materials, Dharmic Treasures, scriptures, pills... there were tens of thousands of entries, enough to drive any ordinary cultivator mad with desire.
"The