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Anton did not object, but simply nodded slightly and said, "Let's do it this way."

He paused, then asked, "How's it going with Blood Wolf?"

Eleanor opened another file and said, "The Beast Garden did a preliminary bloodline comparison of the Blood Wolf, and it does have many similarities with the Mist Shadow, but the bloodline concentration is much lower. It should have been cultivated by extracting the blood of the Divine Wolf."

Anton nodded slightly; this was just as he had guessed.

After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Hand over the captured blood wolves to the animal park and see if they can be tamed, or if their bloodline can be used to breed and improve spirit beasts."

Eleanor nodded in agreement.

Elena then chimed in, "Since the Bloodclaw Clan can breed Blood Wolves, they must possess Bloodclaw's Old World Eggs, right? If we could get our hands on them, wouldn't we be able to breed a second Divine Wolf?"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the elves present lit up.

The Hidden Mist's performance in this war was remarkable, slaughtering legendary figures as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

This is not its full potential.

Given time, it's hard to imagine how powerful it will become.

This has fully demonstrated how powerful the bloodline of the Divine Wolf is.

If they could acquire a second divine wolf, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous boost to the Silvermoon Clan.

Anton remained noncommittal, instead looking at Cedric.

Cedric spoke in a deep voice: "After our fleet headed north, we were stopped by the Ironfeather Cavalry of Bloodhowl Fortress before we even entered the Bloodclaw Clan's territory. They didn't intend to start a war, but they wouldn't allow us to go any further, so we had to retreat."

Eleanor then added, "Just yesterday, intelligence came back from the north that the Bloodclaw Clan has offered to join Bloodhowl Fortress."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Everyone knows that the word "proactive" is just a polite way of putting it for Bloodhowl Fortress.

All five saints of the Bloodclaw Clan perished in Deeprock City, and most of their legendary warriors also died in the Tal Plains, leaving only a few insignificant legendary powerhouses to maintain their prestige.

The army suffered heavy losses and was severely weakened.

The Bloodclaw Clan currently has no leverage to refuse Bloodhowl Fortress.

The Third Elder scoffed, "Bloodhowl Fortress has certainly played its cards right. They pushed the Bloodclaw Clan to attack us from behind, without expending any effort themselves, and then turned around and swallowed up all of the Bloodclaw Clan's wealth."

"That's really disgusting," Elena said indignantly.

Anton's expression remained calm, but a dark glint flashed deep in his eyes.

"Let's put the Bloodhowl Fortress matter aside for now. We'll make them pay back with interest when the opportunity arises later."

"Is there anything else to report?"

The Second Elder immediately said, "Shadow City has made some moves recently."

Seeing Anton looking at him, he continued, "The dark elves discovered that we were investigating them and the Dark Spider Queen, and began sending people to intercept and kill our scouts. The dark elves we sent out to gather intelligence have clashed with them many times these days, with casualties on both sides."

Anton raised an eyebrow and pondered, "The war on the surface is over, it's time to turn our attention to what's happening over there."

"However, the army has just finished a battle and needs to rest and recuperate, and the Taoist soldiers also need to be replenished... Let's prepare for battle first."

The elves responded in unison.

That concludes the discussion; we've covered most of the important matters.

After discussing a few more matters, the meeting adjourned.

One by one, everyone got up and left Tianyuan Hall to get busy.

Only Anton, Eleanor, and Roman remained in the hall.

Anton looked at Eleanor and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Eleanor nodded and brought up something that hadn't been mentioned in the previous meeting: "I was wondering if we could change the power supply method of the Yellow Turban Warriors and the Five Battalions of Divine Soldiers to something similar to that of the Guardian Generals?"

"In this way, during non-combat periods, Dao soldiers can stay at the array nodes to recharge without consuming additional spirit stones, which can greatly reduce the expenses of maintaining Dao soldiers."

"At the same time, we can also expand the Dao Army Legion and increase the Dao Army's war reserves."

After listening, Anton thought for a moment and then agreed: "That's a good idea. Who do you plan to give it to?"

"Nordwin," Eleanor said without hesitation, "He has an exceptional talent in this area. He spearheaded the creation of the spirit stone core, so it's perfect to entrust him with modifying the power supply circuit. In addition, I plan to assign him a guardian deity for research."

"Okay." Anton replied without hesitation.

He will need to focus most of his energy on cultivation and comprehending supernatural powers, so he really doesn't have much spare energy to personally handle this matter.

It's perfect to give this task to someone as talented and passionate as Nordwin.

"There's one more thing," Eleanor said. "The clan's current strategic material reserves are already quite large. The main warehouses in the Primordial Spirit Realm are all full, and even the backup warehouses are about to burst. This time, we seized a large amount of supplies from the Bloodclaw Clan, and we really can't store them all. I hope you can open up a separate space to serve as the main warehouse."

Anton was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, then burst into laughter.

When other forces fight a war, they often exhaust their resources and suffer heavy losses.

The Silvermoon Clan fared much better; after the battle, their wealth not only didn't diminish, but actually grew even stronger.

However, considering the impending arrival of the undead scourge, it's natural to have as many supplies as possible.

Therefore, he readily agreed: "Okay, I'll handle the matter of the other dimension."

Creating alternate dimensions was not a problem for him.

A Nascent Soul cultivator already possesses the strength and qualifications to create an alternate dimension. Furthermore, he has mastered the Great Luo Heavenly Sleeve and has a certain understanding of the laws of space. With a little time and effort, he can create an alternate dimension.

However, this means that cultivation and comprehension of supernatural powers will have to be postponed.

Anton turned to Roman, who was waiting for him, and said, "You go to the Great Whirlpool Sea first. I'll go after I've dealt with the matter in the alternate dimension."

"OK."

Upon hearing this, Roman, who was already barely able to contain himself, rushed out of the Tianyuan Hall without saying a word.

She couldn't wait to challenge Solius to a duel.

"Still so energetic."

Anton chuckled and shook his head, then began to ponder how to create an alternate dimension.

The alternate dimension, which is simply used to store inanimate objects, is not too difficult to construct.

A truly top-tier alternate dimension is not only vast and expansive, but it can even simulate the external ecological environment, allowing living things to survive inside.

These alternate dimensions are also known as secret realms.

However, even the lowest level of secret realm can only be opened by cultivators who have completely merged with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and can change the celestial phenomena of a place with a single thought.

Mahayana practitioners can even create their own small world.

"Transformation into a Divine Being, Refining the Void, and then the Dao Integration... that's still a long way off for me."

Anton shook his head, collected his thoughts, and focused his attention back on the important matter at hand.

……

Deep within the dark region, the passageway was filled with damp, cold, and murky air.

Maya held a fluorescent stone in her hand and walked at the front of the group with a blank expression. The soles of her boots made a barely audible wet sound as they stepped on the sticky ground.

Tiny droplets of water dripped from the tips of the stalactites on the dome, leaving a trail of intermittent wetness behind her.

She was followed by more than a dozen dark elves, each carrying a sleeping prisoner on their shoulder or back.

Halflings, grey dwarves, underground gnomes, kobolds... all the captives had their limbs tightly bound with thick hemp ropes, and their bodies swayed slightly with the steps of their tribesmen.

They were given a sufficient dose of sleeping pills, so they wouldn't wake up for a while, thus saving them the trouble of struggling.

The entire group moved forward in silence, no one spoke, and even their breathing was deliberately suppressed.

Maya raised her hand and brushed aside a dangling spider silk. The moment her fingertips touched it, the silk broke silently.

But even more spider silk hung from the dome, the rock walls, and the ground below, piled up on both sides of the passage like discarded fabric, the fine grayish-white down gleaming with a blurry, cold light in the dim light.

The spider silk was covered with tiny spiders.

They are only the size of a fingernail, almost transparent, with only a ring of dark green spots on their abdomen.

Tiny spiders scurried swiftly through the silk, their movements rapid and silent. Occasionally, a spider would fall from the dome onto Maya's shoulder, but she wouldn't reach out to brush it away. She would simply tilt her neck slightly and let the little creature crawl along her shoulder armor toward the ground.

The same applies to other dark elves.

The dark elves, known for their cruel and ruthless methods, seemed to become kind and gentle here, unable to even crush a small spider.

The further you go in, the denser the spider silk becomes, so dense that it almost wraps the entire passageway into a long tube woven from grayish-white fine threads.

The walls on both sides were covered with a thick layer of spiderwebs, which undulated slightly with the airflow, like the breathing of some living creature.

Occasionally, small spiders would emerge from the cracks at my feet, only to quickly retreat back inside.

The air was filled with a sweet, fishy, ​​and musty odor that grew stronger the deeper you went, and when it entered your nostrils, it had a suffocating feeling that made you unconsciously frown.

Fortunately, not long afterward, the space in front of us suddenly opened up.

They entered an extremely spacious cave.

The cave is even more spacious than the main hall of Shadow City, and its dome is at least a hundred meters off the ground.

Grayish-white stalactites hang down from the dome, their surfaces covered with spiderweb-like fibers, resembling countless solidified silk columns.

The ground was covered with a thick, fine spider web; stepping on it caused a slight sinking sensation, and it was very springy.

The cave was surrounded by a dense mass of giant spider eggs.

They are ellipsoidal in shape, reaching about waist height of an adult dark elf, and covered with a translucent waxy film, through which shadows can be vaguely seen slowly wriggling.

Scattered around the spider eggs were numerous skeletons left over from being eaten. A skull of indistinguishable species was embedded deep within the spider web, its empty eye sockets facing the cave ceiling.

Hundreds of spider monsters crawled throughout the cave.

They vary in size, some as large as a moving black millstone, others as small as a hunting dog.

As the dark elves appeared, many spider monsters stopped and turned their heads toward them, revealing the dense compound eyes embedded in their cephalothorax.

In an instant, countless murky green dots of light appeared in the dim light, as if they were being illuminated by tiny phosphorescent lamps at the same time.