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Chapter 25: Sect Relics (Two in One! Please Read!)
The transferred crowd cheered, cheering from morning till night.

They believed they were God's chosen people, that they had passed the test, endured the hardships, and become the most glorious offspring of God. They believed they could forge the white wall with their own hands and use it to glorify their God.

Although Leon ultimately didn't understand why these people were honoring themselves by building the white wall, and given their confused mental state, he didn't really want to understand what was going on in their minds, but since he had already given them the productivity and related buffs, he decided to let them do what they wanted.

Although the Lianshan Kiln was complete, the porcelain needed to build the white walls couldn't be simply produced in one kiln after another. They needed to build more Lianshan Kilns, more caves, and more diamond tiles to lay the white walls in the ocean. So in a sense, they were helping Li Ang produce wonders for free with higher productivity.

How fitting is this? Li Ang didn't even need to control them mentally to urge them to do so; instead, they took the initiative to repair the kiln.

They even drew inferences from one instance, with those with greater production wisdom beginning to think of new ideas when constructing large-scale projects. Leon was even pleasantly surprised to discover that technologies such as architecture, writing, and production planning had begun to grow.

While the pace could still be described as slow as a tortoise's crawl, these things grew completely naturally. Li Ang didn't push them, let alone demand such things. It was entirely their own hopes and dreams, their own need for these tools, that gradually gave rise to the ideas and concepts they wanted to create. This was a complete surprise for Li Ang.

Since they have demonstrated such abilities, Leon naturally wouldn't rush them into doing anything.

The exploration team can just look among the servants of the Silver Gate.

Compared to those madmen who destroyed nations, the warriors who emerged from the Silver Gate seemed much calmer and more reliable. These warriors didn't have any extraneous thoughts; strictly speaking, they had only been around for two months.

They were taciturn, followed orders, and relatively loyal. Of course, that was only relative. Just as Leon couldn't figure out how these people had hidden their medals in the first place, human diversity was both a strength and, in a sense, a weakness. Disloyalty could still significantly impact progress.

Fortunately, with the bird's-eye view and telepathy, supervision has become a little easier.

"The seventh warrior, cut the tree five centimeters more to the left."

Around the Silver Gate of the island, Leon, who was still enjoying his wonderful holiday, gave orders.

From a bird's-eye view, the passage between the two hills has gradually been opened up by pioneering warriors.

This should be a checkpoint or passage on some island that appeared seventy years ago. There are faint traces of roads on the ground.

In fact, from Leon's perspective, the topography of this island is quite amazing. Facing Leon is an inverted V-shaped mountain. If someone can set up shrines and defensive facilities between the two mountains, it can be said to be a natural defense area.

However, during their investigation and exploration, Li Ang discovered that while the locals were aware of this, they had abandoned halfway through building defensive structures for some inexplicable reason. Even at the edge of the mountain pass, one could see piles of pre-cut, moss-covered stones.

Judging from the thickness and degree of corruption on it, this pass has been abandoned for at least a hundred years. Even the words on the stone have turned into a hazy white mark.

"Sir, should we continue to advance? It feels like there are only trees inside..."

"Your feeling is wrong. You must have entered some kind of illusion."

Looking down from above at the Warriors who had strayed from their path while chopping, Li Ang took a sip of juice squeezed from a Lianshan porcelain juicer and said casually:

"Third, you've taken the wrong path. Now take two steps back and chop down the tree in front of you on the left. Don't tell me it's a rock. I can see much more clearly than you can. Trust my judgment, and I'll show you the way. Chop down about ten to fifteen trees outward, and you'll see the path."

The illusion on the ground was not even worthy of triggering Leon's system safety assessment.

Obviously, this maze could not stop the Royal Navy Fleet exploration team seventy years ago, nor could it stop Leon who had the third eye.

And judging from the rotten defense facilities on both sides of the cliff, the indigenous people on this island seem to be quite disorganized and don't care about their own life or death at all.

The warriors listened to Li Ang's voice and without hesitation, raised their Lianshan Porcelain and began to chop at the so-called wall and stone in front of them. Before they had even chopped off much, the world before them gradually opened up, revealing a small path covered in moss and decay, extending deeper into the jungle.

'System prompt: Your warrior has discovered the remains of a village!'

'System prompt: You have obtained relevant knowledge about the mysterious doctrine: invisible things!'

'System prompt: Your map already shows the terrain and related clues about the ruins of the Nameless Sect!'

'System prompt: You can now check the news about the Nameless Sect!'

When he saw the rugged path, Leon saw the prompt pop up in his system.

This road looks different from all the civilized roads marked in Britannia. It is mainly made of stone slabs and cobblestones. It seems to be almost integrated with the surrounding forests and tropical rainforest landscapes, and has a very unique beauty.

And it's not just beautiful; it's even practical. Some unique pattern arrangement seems to be imbued with some unknown principle, allowing this road to maintain a certain degree of integrity despite seventy years of unrepair. It even lasted long enough for Leon's team to arrive and see the strange ruins of buildings built within the island's hills, completely beyond their comprehension. "The remains of the nameless sect:"

After the nameless Ascension Day, the mysterious Eastern system has completely collapsed. Mandala Chajini Tian tried to restore order, but the people who had witnessed the Ascension Day completely ignored their efforts and simply tried to take their secrets to the corners of the world, hiding them forever.

The Infinite Storm completely dissipated with the Day of Ascension, and the ship of the Xiaoren Cult was finally blown by the ocean to this remote corner. They had hoped to die painlessly in the catastrophe, but fate had forced them to live again here. They wished to die with the abominable treasure, but also hoped to be able to seal these evil creatures once again. Amidst such conflicting emotions, their lives gradually dissipated.

Finally, a fleet from distant Britannia arrived. They tried to describe the horror of their sealed treasure, but overlooked the people's greed and thirst. These distant monsters, unaware of the cult's anxiety, simply slaughtered them to obtain the treasure. The cult's last remnants didn't fear death, only resented the treasure. They had once been unparalleled, destined for the highest position in the heavenly palace upon their ascension. Why had they met such a catastrophe here?
The remains of this curse are now here. They are at the very edge of the sect's buildings, and the population is not large. Although there are no sealed treasures or the like, it is enough to support the activities of thousands of people. Perhaps you can also use the resources above to add bricks and tiles to your empire?

"..."

Leon looked at the ruins of the village in his perspective, not knowing what to say.

It looked like a village that was slightly larger than Li Ang's current village, and could probably accommodate more than 300 people.

Although there were no masons or anything else, judging from the remaining ruins and buildings, the sect members who once lived here should have been a group of workers and sect members with certain technical capabilities, or even excellent construction skills.

Throughout the village, fragments of various iron and bronze artifacts can be found, weathered by decades of wind and rain, reduced to irrecyclable scrap. This population must have a particular fondness for vibrant colors. In the center of the village stands a massive cylindrical stone, painted in vibrant colors and surrounded by traces of wax.

In the distance, a river emanated from the peaks of a small island, rushing down to the ocean. In the shadows beneath the massive peaks, there seemed to be a small pier, facing the mountains, with a faint glimpse of a cave on the sea surface.

It is easy to imagine that before the arrival of the Britannia Royal Fleet, the sect members on this island lived in this village and communicated with the surrounding islands using small sailboats to exchange what they had.

Because it wasn't the first island they arrived on, the sect chose not to relocate their population to this larger island. Instead, they built a dock on the other side to transport supplies and people to and from the other islands across the sea. In Li Ang's opinion, the dock was technologically advanced, even more sophisticated than the standard imperial docks. However, after seventy years of wind and rain, the dock had long since decayed and become a ruin.

There are some peculiarly shaped rubble above the building, and the building itself is square, which has a unique aesthetic. It doesn't look like the natives that Britannia once promoted as being different from humans.

It can even be said that their level of civilization far exceeds that of the group of guys who like to play in the mud that Leon brought with the oracle machine.

Because Leon saw that they dug toilets, and there were some traces of toilets in the ruins.

There once lived a group of people here, but there was only a group of people living here.

Their hopes, dreams, beliefs, and even the possibility of existence had been sent to the bottom of the sea by the Britannia fleet. The corpses around the White Seawall, which could illuminate the entire seabed, were clearly not something that could be achieved by just a few hundred people.

"It's quite far from the other islands, so it's impossible to connect them with the White Seawall. It looks like it's at least tens of kilometers away. The island is also quite large, with a mountain nearby. We should set up an observation post to monitor the ocean and other islands. After all, we don't know where to put those so-called forged monsters."

Based on his familiarity with these bastards in the Royal Fleet, Leon was very sure that these bastards must have arranged some little surprises on an island.

After all, this is the education that the Royal Fleet has received from ancient times to the present. They would rather torment people everywhere, set traps and curse them everywhere, making it impossible for local forces to recover, than choose to go hand in hand.

Because the people of Britannia had long been driven mad by the endless bloodshed and torture, their minds were always thinking about how to eat people more elegantly and conveniently, and they would never think of anything else. Fortunately, the madness of Britannia did not seem to exist on this island.

But sadly, if they don't do something on this seemingly largest island, it means that the things they describe as bad are far worse than they imagined.

"Explore the area and see if there's anything useful. If not, tear down the houses and I'll have the islanders come over and rebuild a village. The layout here is much better than our previous one."

Leon looked at the warriors who seemed a little bewildered from the bird's-eye view and gave an order casually.

There was no sense of any supernatural power or seal in the huge ruins, and there was no population at all, so only the structure could be cleaned and used.

But before Li Ang could shift his gaze back to his own white porcelain island and instruct others on how to get less porcelain, Li Ang saw another piece of eye-catching news in his sight.

'System prompt: You have found a damaged book of knowledge. Do you want to decipher it?'

'System prompt: You have found a damaged book on the occult. Do you want to decipher it?'

"System prompt: This book contains a wealth of mystical knowledge that may affect the direction of civilization. Do you want to intervene?"

"...?"

Looking at Charlemagne who walked into the room and accidentally fell into a big pit, and the treasure chest that fell from the roof due to the vibration, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes subconsciously.

What kind of protagonist treatment is this? Exploring ruins can also drop treasure chests?
Did you equip this copy?
(End of this chapter)