Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ruo Jinghong moved faster and faster. In the end, she simply wrapped her arms around Wang Quan, turned into a streak of escaping light, and rushed straight into the steel giant's head in one go.
Whoosh!
The streak of light slipped through a hole in the head, then landed inside an enormous palace.
The palace covered at least a thousand or eighteen hundred mu, and was filled with metal constructs such as gears, connecting rods, and cabinets.
Many palm-sized little figures also hung on the ground and in the air.
These little figures had three heads, six arms, and wings.
Most of them, however, were broken, covered in dust, and corroded.
Many living beings were repairing these little figures. Once awakened, the figures began babbling, then hugged the cultivators' heads and took a powerful gulp of Dharma Power before spreading their wings and taking flight to repair damaged gears, connecting rods, and other things.
A small number also went to rescue their little companions.
Well, although those little companions had almost rusted to crumbs, they felt they could still be saved.
But whether it was the gears or these three-headed, six-armed figures, repairs were incredibly slow.
Wang Quan saw several Dao Seal Golden Core cultivators place a broken little figure on a piece of metal taller than a person. Only after they cast creation-type spells a full thousand times did the little figure absorb the metal and revive.
"The efficiency is too low."
"Fortunately, as time passes, more and more little figures will revive, creating a snowballing advantage."
"It'll get faster later."
He looked around and also saw spirit monsters patting their Hundred-Treasure Pouches, releasing all kinds of metal.
The mechanical figures carried the metal away as soon as it hit the ground.
Deliveries could not come