Chapter 1039 - Six Paths Converge (1/2)

Chapter 1039: Six Paths Converge

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

Within a few days’ time, the foundational traffic infrastructure was completed in the two regions.

With just this alone, trading processes would be accelerated, costs would be reduced, and the standard of living of countless people would increase.

‘What’s next should be education, commerce, hygiene…’

The voices of countless people rang out in Fang Xingjian’s mind as he looked at the myriad of glows in his consciousness that came from the Jing Region and the Serene Region. There seemed to be multitudes of data flashing in his eyes.

Fang Xingjian could accelerate the production of the hardware components for facilities, but he was unable to hasten the change to people’s thoughts. Therefore, he decided to keep on modifying the basic facilities and use this to raise the citizen’s happiness level, winning over their hearts and strengthening his Dragon Qi from there.

‘I’ll first create the underground water and electrical systems.’

Even Fang Xingjian frowned at the thought of having to complete the water and electrical infrastructure in the two regions.

‘Let’s just take it slowly.’

Just as the Serene Region and the Jing Region were undergoing upheaval changes, the places beyond Middle-earth were also seething.

On a stretch of oasis in the west, flames were soaring in the sky. Women’s cries and men’s bellows formed a brutal scene.

Heavenly Yaksha and White Asura stood next to each other. Their eyes filled with killing intents and the corners of their lips curled into a hint of a cold smile as they looked at the tribe in front of them.

Heavenly Yaksha, who had recovered from his hunchback, chuckled. His voice was like the owl from deep within the mountain, giving off a heart-palpitating feeling.

He asked, “Zhan Tiandi, are you just going to watch as your tribesmen die one by one?”

A man bathed in blood was before the two men. His body was bound by many steel bars while he knelt on the ground. As he watched the disaster occurring before his eyes, tears of blood flowed down from his eyes.

“Blood River Path, I won’t hand over the Demon Sovereign’s legacy even if I die.”

“Seems like you refuse to be convinced until grim reality is right in your face, ” White Asura said, shaking his head. “Bring them over.”

A couple of the Blood River Path’s disciples quickly escorted over ten men and women over. Some of them were wearing light satin clothes while others were dressed in big white long robes. These were the typical dress code for the tribes in the West Domain.

However, their appearances were a mix between the people of Middle-earth and the people from the West Domain.

These people were all the family and disciples of the man who was on his knees—members of the Desolate Era Path from the Demon Sect’s seven paths. It had been over 100 years since they migrated to the West Domain.

Looking at his wife, children, and disciples, there was finally a glimmer of agony in the man’s eyes.

A young married lady dressed in black silk dress knelt and cried, “Husband, Hao`er is only seven years old. Please save him.”

“Father, I don’t wish to die.”

“Master! Save us!”

The corners of White Asura’s lips curled into a cold smile. He slowly walked up to a young boy, using his pale hands to stroke the boy’s cheek while saying calmly, “A seven-year-old child… Wouldn’t it be a pity if he were to die now?”

The boy kept on trembling under White Asura’s stroke, and tears welled up in his eyes. He was clearly extremely scared.

“Enough!” Zhan Tiandi glared at White Asura, but the will to fight in his eyes was almost extinguished. “Let them go. I’ll hand over the Demon Sovereign’s legacy.”