The Zhao Family's territory.
A white, cloud-shaped Flying Magical Artifact, over a hundred feet wide, floated gently in midair.
Ling Changqing stood on the cloud, gazing down at the boundless plains below. Nourished year-round by the Earth Qi from a Spirit Vein, the black soil was unimaginably fertile.
Across the plains, thousands of Low Grade Cultivators and over a hundred thousand able-bodied mortals were hard at work. They were gradually turning the long-neglected wilderness into high-quality Spirit Fields, planting crops like Spirit Rice and Spirit Grain.
As for the areas where the Spiritual Qi concentration reached the Third Grade, they could be developed into Medicinal Gardens and groves for growing resources like Spirit Medicine, Spiritual Herbs, and Spirit Wood.
"This is all good land. It's a shame it's been lying fallow for so long."
Ling Changqing remarked with a sigh.
