Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

The energy of heaven and earth and the energy transformed by the earth veins that were originally surging towards the territory of the Great Qin were now even more strongly attracted by this "fertile land of laws," flowing into it at an even more frantic speed, nourishing all things, just like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

The primary target of this "rain of light" is neither the land nor any adult creatures.

Ying Xuan's divine sense, like the most precise sieve, guided by the power of the world, precisely directed the gentlest and most easily absorbed part of the scattered "law powder" to all the fetuses that were gestating in their mothers' wombs within the territory of the Great Qin, and which were not yet fully developed!

These pure "powders," representing the blessings of the world's primordial laws, under Ying Xuan's deliberate control, seemed to possess a spirit, silently penetrating the mother's body barrier and merging into the most primitive and open life essence of those developing fetuses.

At the same time, the abundant energy of heaven and earth within the Qin territory, made even richer by the "fertile soil of laws," spontaneously flowed towards these pregnant women, subtly improving their physical condition and providing more "nutrients" for the fetus's development.

The process is gentle and slow, but it is fundamentally changing the "starting point" of these future Qin citizens.

However, Ying Xuan soon discovered that the fundamental laws governing the Qin world were still too "thin".

Even with his own high-quality eight-elemental spiritual roots as a catalyst, and even with the expenditure of a hundred points of world power to replicate and spread the law powder, the number of "spiritual root" infants he could create was still limited.

His divine sense swept across the entire Qin territory and he could clearly sense that approximately several million fetuses in gestation had successfully condensed a relatively clear, single-attribute law imprint within the origin of life—that is, a "single spiritual root."

This is the limit.

He had hoped for top-tier geniuses who could directly generate "five spiritual roots" or even more attributes fused together, but none of them appeared. The world's "foundation" and "nourishment" were insufficient to support the natural generation of such a complex and advanced law configuration during the fetal stage.

“Millions of single spiritual roots…that’s enough. In any cultivation world, this would be a ‘golden generation’ that would cause a sensation.”

Ying Xuan withdrew his divine sense, feeling little disappointment.

These babies are natural top-tier cultivation geniuses from birth. Their sensitivity to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth of corresponding attributes will far surpass that of ordinary people, and their cultivation speed will advance by leaps and bounds.

They will be the true cornerstone and hope for the future cultivation civilization of the Great Qin.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the palace walls, looking towards the northern wilderness.

There are also 100,000 Tianxing Sect cultivators there.

They also possess relatively mature spiritual roots that have been nurtured for many years. If they were to disperse throughout the Qin Dynasty and reproduce with ordinary people, theoretically, they could create millions more children with spiritual roots within a few years.

However, Ying Xuan did not want this to happen.

“The cultivators in the world of Mortal Cultivation have an extreme sense of ‘egoism’ and ‘selfishness’ in their bones. They can disregard everything for the sake of resources and the Great Dao. This mentality may be acceptable as a ‘tool’ in the short term, but if they are allowed to pass on this ideology through bloodline and education and infiltrate the foundation of the future cultivation civilization of the Great Qin Dynasty… it will definitely not be a blessing for the Great Qin Dynasty.”

Ying Xuan's eyes turned slightly cold.

What he needs are cultivators who are loyal to the Qin Dynasty, have a sense of collectivism, and are willing to fight for the empire, not a group of "immortal cultivators" who only know how to pursue personal immortality and regard mortals as worthless.

"Therefore, it is best to use the people of the Celestial Star Faction in a concentrated manner as professional 'cleaners' and 'resource gatherers' to fight against goblins. Their descendants... if they exist, must also be strictly controlled, and they must never be allowed to form an independent faction that inherits their original world values."

Thinking of this, Ying Xuan felt somewhat helpless. Nearly ten million Qin soldiers had just returned home to recuperate, exhausted both physically and mentally, their killing intent still lingering. They needed time to recover and reproduce. The wasteland defense line still couldn't do without the 100,000 "highly efficient killing machines" of the Tianxing Sect for the time being.

Moreover, faced with the terrifying number of goblins, which could be "trillions," the Qin soldiers' current mindset and fighting style were far less efficient than those of the Tianxing Sect cultivators who were accustomed to using Taoist magic to clear large areas and could "harmlessly" absorb the blood energy of the battlefield.

"For now, we still have to rely on them."

Ying Xuan had made up his mind.

"First, use them to withstand the pressure, while accelerating the cultivation of Qin's own high-end combat power and the improvement of its system. Once the elite Dragon Spearmen and other elites have recovered and been equipped and upgraded, once that batch of 'spiritual root infants' have grown up, and once Qin's cultivation civilization has its own unique path and sufficient strength... then we can talk about other things."

His divine sense remotely perceived the wasteland.

There, after the initial few days of adaptation and frantic "harvesting," the Tianxing Sect cultivators had begun to systematically "manage" their temporary residence.

Centered around the Nascent Soul elders, simple halls, alchemy rooms, weapon-refining rooms, and even small-scale magic practice fields and trading markets with different functions are springing up on the edge of the wasteland.

Although the architecture was crude, the array formations and restrictions were comprehensive, encompassing spirit gathering, protection, and early warning systems, demonstrating their rich experience in wilderness survival and construction. The base was constantly undergoing new changes, exhibiting astonishing efficiency.

Deeper into the wasteland, closer to the earth's vein passage, tens of thousands of Tianxing Sect cultivators were like the most professional "farmers," continuously "harvesting" the goblins pouring out of the passage. Various large-scale destructive spells rose and fell, their efficiency astonishing.

What's even more striking is that they are no longer satisfied with simply killing and absorbing the dissipated blood energy. Instead, they have begun to systematically use a special small jade bottle engraved with spatial arrays and condensed runes to collect the "pure blood energy" that dissipates the moment goblins die!
These cultivators had a fervent desire for "resources" in their eyes. Their movements were skillful and efficient. Often, after a region was cleared by their magic, several people would immediately fly down, hold jade bottles in their hands, aim at the blood-qi clouds that had not yet completely dissipated, and use hand seals to collect and seal them into the bottles like a whale sucking in water.

Their meticulous and resourceful manner made them seem more like savage raiders from the wilderness than goblins.

Ying Xuan withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to the wasteland.

He turned his attention to the common people of the Qin Dynasty.

……

In a village in Jiaodong Commandery of the Qin Dynasty.

It's springtime for planting, but the fields are devoid of the bustling activity of previous years. It's not that they're abandoned, but rather... it's all happening too fast.

In Old Zhang's field at the east end of the village, a burly, dark-skinned man named "Da Niu" was shirtless, sweating profusely... no, he wasn't actually sweating much.

He held a brand-new iron plow, its surface gleaming with a dull metallic sheen, with a sturdy yellow ox harnessed to it. But rather than the ox pulling the plow, it was more as if he was pushing the plow and the ox forward together!
The iron plowshare sank into the solid earth as easily as cutting tofu. With the steady, powerful strides of the ox, a deep and straight furrow quickly extended forward, and the soil rippled outwards like waves, becoming even and soft. In less than half an hour, more than half of the hundreds of acres of land that would normally require several days of work by the whole family had been plowed!
At the edge of the field, Da Niu's elderly father, leaning on his cane, stared in disbelief, feeling sorry for his son, and couldn't help but call out.

"Da Niu! Take a break! The land can't be plowed in a day! You just got back, don't overwork yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Da Niu stopped, wiped the almost non-existent sweat from his forehead, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

"Father, I'm not tired! Really! Look at this plow, it's light and sharp, a fine gift from His Majesty! Besides, your son is not what he used to be. I've been fighting those green-skinned monsters on the wasteland for over a year, and I've gained a lot of strength. This little bit of work is nothing!"

He patted his chest, making a deep, resounding thud. Only then did the old father notice that although his son had lost some weight, his muscles were like cast iron, his eyes were sharp, and standing there, he was like a javelin, full of energy and spirit, showing no sign of fatigue whatsoever.
Thinking that his son had returned from that legendary wasteland of corpses and blood, the old father felt both heartache and pride. His eyes reddened slightly, and he stopped trying to dissuade him.

Da Niu quickly finished plowing all his land, and then took out some plump grains that emitted a faint glow from the cloth bag he carried with him, and carefully sowed them.

These seeds are the latest varieties cultivated by Shaofu Farm, which are said to be drought-resistant, disease-resistant, and have a yield far exceeding that of ordinary varieties.

After finishing all this, Da Niu didn't rest. Instead, he picked up the iron plow and said to his father.

“Dad, I’m going to visit Xiaoshan’s family. Xiaoshan… couldn’t come back. Only his parents and younger brother are left at home. The land is definitely not finished yet. General Wang instructed us to take good care of the families of our fallen comrades.”

The old father nodded repeatedly.

"Of course, of course! Go quickly! Take some of our homemade pickled vegetables with you!"

Similar scenes could be seen everywhere in the counties and villages of the Qin Dynasty.

Nearly nine million soldiers who had fought in the wasteland and cultivated their primordial spirits returned home. Not only were their individual combat strength far superior to that of ordinary farmers, but more importantly, they brought back high-quality farming tools bestowed by His Majesty, made of otherworldly metals and with a quality close to that of low-level magical artifacts!

These soldiers seemed tireless, swift in their movements, and incredibly strong. Combined with excellent farm tools, their efficiency in plowing and sowing was dozens, even hundreds of times greater than that of ordinary farmers! Even more moving was their camaraderie and sense of responsibility. Many soldiers, after finishing their own farm work, spontaneously went to help their fallen comrades or the families of those lacking labor.

In just a few days, before the Qin government at all levels had even had time to organize spring plowing mutual assistance, these nearly nine million soldiers, with an astonishing speed and tacit understanding, managed to cultivate all the hundreds of millions of acres of land in Qin that needed spring plowing!

Moreover, they all chose to prioritize planting staple crops that can be stored for a long time and are resistant to spoilage, as if subconsciously preparing for a future that might require long-term preparation.

Spring sunshine bathed the newly turned soil, and tender green seedlings quietly sprouted in the fertile soil rich in spirit and laws. The blood and fire on the wasteland seemed to have temporarily faded away, but this silent yet efficient "production wave" started by returning soldiers was unfolding in the simplest way.

It showcases the powerful vitality that the newly formed Qin Dynasty, forged in the crucible of war, has unleashed. And the source of all this points to that magnificent imperial palace and the unfathomable emperor within.

Just as Ying Xuan was using his own spiritual root to replenish the fundamental laws of the world and quietly sowing the seeds of laws to cultivate the future "golden generation" for the Great Qin, tens of thousands of miles away from the territory of the Great Qin.

Near a desolate mountain range close to the edge of the world barrier, several disciples dressed in Tianxing Sect attire stood in mid-air, their faces beaming with excitement, pointing excitedly ahead.

It was a range of rolling, misty mountains, their bodies displaying an unusual jade-green hue that stood out starkly against the surrounding desolate landscape.

Most strikingly, the mountain range is surrounded by a thin, translucent barrier that shimmers with iridescent light.

Through the barrier, one could clearly see that the mountains were lush and green, with spiritual energy swirling into mist. Various exotic flowers and herbs grew on the ground, radiating an alluring radiance. The air was filled with a pure, gentle, and welcoming spiritual energy of heaven and earth!
"Senior brother! Look! Spiritual herbs! So many spiritual herbs! They've been refined for at least two hundred years!"

A young disciple's voice trembled with excitement as he pointed to a Ganoderma lucidum-shaped plant inside the barrier, its leaves adorned with what appeared to be flowing flame patterns.

"Not only that! Over there! Isn't that the 'Earth Vein Purple Orchid'? Look at those purple veins and the condensed dewdrops, it's definitely one of the main ingredients for refining Foundation Establishment Pills!"

Another disciple, unable to hide his excitement, pointed to a cluster of flowers in the distance that was shimmering with a pale purple halo.

"And there's also 'Jade Spirit Ginseng'! 'Seven-Star Grass'! 'Dragon-Patterned Fruit'!"

The third disciple's eyes were practically glued to the screen, and he almost drooled.

"This...this is simply a natural treasure trove of medicinal herbs! Heaven blesses our Tianxing Sect!"

These disciples were all inner disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect at the Golden Core stage. They were ordered to explore the outer perimeter, draw a map of this realm, and keep an eye out for possible resource points.

They had been in this unfamiliar world for some time. When they first arrived, they felt that the spiritual energy in the world was quite abundant. Although it was not as abundant as that of their own mountain sect, it was still barely enough.

But for some reason, the gentle spiritual energy quickly thinned out, and was replaced by a more violent and difficult-to-absorb and refine energy that filled the air, making their cultivation much less effective.

What frustrated them even more was that after exploring for so long, apart from the monsters in the wasteland that could provide blood energy, they hadn't found a single decent spiritual herb or a piece of spiritual ore! It was as if this land was deliberately "rejecting" them, these outsiders.

During their journey, they encountered several areas shrouded by powerful barriers, which even the Nascent Soul elders of the sect had tried to break through, but to no avail. They ultimately had to leave disappointed, having gained nothing. Unexpectedly, in this seemingly desolate corner, they discovered such a treasure trove!

"Immediately send a message to Elder Liu! Tell him that we have discovered a natural medicinal garden that appears to be an ancient relic. It is surrounded by restrictions, but the spiritual energy is incredibly rich, and medicinal herbs are everywhere!"

The senior brother in the lead suppressed his excitement and quickly made a decision.

They knew perfectly well that they couldn't break through that seemingly thin barrier, which actually contained profound and mysterious energy, on their own. Only by asking a Nascent Soul elder for help could they possibly open the door to this treasure vault and perform a great service for the sect!

The news spread quickly.

A short while later, a sharp streak of light pierced the sky and landed beside the disciples in the blink of an eye. The newcomer was an elderly man in a gray Daoist robe, with a thin face and eyes as sharp as a hawk's. He was none other than Liu, an early-stage Nascent Soul elder from the Heavenly Star Sect's expeditionary force. (End of Chapter)