The next day, as two bright suns rose, the sea breeze was gentle, and the sound of the waves was serene.
Two incense burners were set up by the coast, and Chen Xun sat meditating amidst the piles of trash, purple qi coming from the east, his expression quite tranquil.
Over the years, he had neglected meditation, forgetting to absorb the gifts of heaven and earth, a truly disrespectful act.
Surrounded by curling smoke, Chen Xun's breathing was steady as he faced the boundless sea.
An hour later, Chen Xun felt refreshed all over, exhaling a thick breath of turbid air.
He then began to practice the Water Spirit Decision, with wisps of misty water vapor swirling around him, as the qi of the Five Elements slowly gathered.
At this moment, the world seemed to become peaceful, the clouds and rays of the sky drifting gently by, the waves carrying a touch of tenderness, like a cluster of white flowers blooming in mid-air.
In the garbage dump, tens of thousands of people from the Online Store were flying around, diligently searching for treasures, collecting discarded materials and talismans.
They checked everything with their divine sense, and even kept records.
Song Heng still stood at the highest point of the garbage mountain, shouting commands with a Treasure-Seeking Compass in hand, and the crowd responded with excitement: "Master Dao is so righteous!"
Little Chi and Gu Lisheng were also busy, as the addition of another Trash Island meant they had more garbage to sort through.
But it was just a matter of consuming some mana and physical strength; getting a bit dirty was nothing to them.
The most amusing part was Gu Lisheng's boastful demeanor, which kept Little Chi laughing, his laughter echoing through the plant.
They even occasionally discussed how to ambush that fat guy.
The latter had grown much more cautious, his vigilance heightened, and the complacency of the past decades erased by their strike yesterday.
Mo Fuyang still stood outside the garbage recycling plant, holding a small booklet, recording the materials brought by the people from the Online Store.
Beside him hovered a Void Transmission Disk, and with the powerful divine sense of an Elemental Infant cultivator, multitasking was no problem, unlike comprehending spells.
Qing Wan, along with ten thousand clansmen, stayed on this Trash Island, starting to explore in all directions, drawing a complete map of the island.
Especially the ninth-grade Spirit Vein on the island, they had already begun dividing it into sections.
The people from the Online Store couldn't possibly collect garbage day and night without rest; they were also here to cultivate, and these areas were reserved for them.
Qing Li led twenty thousand clansmen to another Trash Island, and some clansmen began imprinting the booklet's contents with their divine sense, distributing them to each clan member.
Mo Fuyang frequently teleported over to manage the area, as order and rules were the baseline; if chaos ensued, no one could think of earning spirit stones.
The people there were enthusiastic, grateful to Chen Xun, and many often teleported over to join the garbage recycling plant, unwilling to leave.
Little Crane sat quietly in a straw hut at the corner outside the garbage recycling plant, surrounded by overlapping formations, at least a hundred layers!
Inside was a teleportation array leading to Li Chen Island, ready for departure at any time, ensuring absolute safety.
She flipped through books page by page, beginning to understand the immortal history of the Mengmu Sea Region, writing down her insights as she read, quite slowly.
Next to Little Crane hovered an Earth rank Void Transmission Disk, with which she communicated most frequently with Yun Jin and Luoshuang.
Yun Jin had already started laying out plans across the entire Li Chen Island, with a hidden force of considerable size.
But the quantity of Great Desolate Black God Crystal over fifty years was a mere drop in the ocean on such a vast Li Chen Island, noticeable, but not much.
Luoshuang had also begun making arrangements on Piaoyun Island, and as soon as Refined Blood Spirit Sand appeared on the market, someone would immediately acquire it and distribute it into various immortal cities, proceeding gradually.
They now communicated less frequently with Chen Xun, mostly through Little Crane.
Neither dared to underestimate this little girl, whose meticulous mind surpassed even that of their predecessor!
The Filthy Longevity turtle on Little Crane's shoulder had already started cultivating, but it seemed to have no bottlenecks.
As long as it could absorb the qi of cold and darkness, its cultivation could increase, only a matter of time and resources.
Most importantly, it required no comprehension of the hearts of heaven, earth, and man... quite a weirdo, with only one spell, Life Severance!
On the table lay an account book, which she glanced at lightly.
Over the years, with the addition of the second Trash Island, they had been earning a lot of spirit stones annually, reaching as much as two hundred million mid-grade spirit stones!
But the eldest brother's cultivation required a vast amount of resources for cultivating immortality, with at least eighty million mid-grade spirit stones invested annually just for him, which no one could afford.
Moreover, the second brother's research on formations was also a major consumer of spirit stones, with materials almost always wasted.
It required at least ten million mid-grade spirit stones annually, plus so many people to support in the garbage recycling plant...
For the first forty years, it was almost a balance of income and expenditure, only after the addition of another Trash Island did they start truly earning spirit stones.
Now her Earth rank Thousand Mechanism Spirit Seal still held about eight hundred million mid-grade spirit stones!
"Earth rank Thousand Mechanism Spirit Seal, capable of mobilizing Unity True Lords to protect the path..."
Little Crane suddenly uttered in a clear, spirited voice, with a slight smile, "This Earth rank Thousand Mechanism Spirit Seal even has the effect of a transmission disk, truly peculiar, making me more curious about the All-Heaven Myriad Realms Spirit Bank..."
Her brows were like ink paintings, her petite figure seemingly shrouded in mist and clouds, as if not of this world, with a transcendent aura.
Suddenly, Little Crane's brows furrowed, her aura greatly diminished, and she exclaimed, "Oh no, I got distracted again reading these immortal histories!"
She seemed to see a tall, imposing figure, sternly watching her from afar in the sky: "Nangong Heling, focus on your reading!"
Little Crane stuck out her tongue, glanced around stealthily, and quickly buried her head in the sea of books, fully absorbed.
Outside the ancient forest at the far end of the Trash Island.
Black Bull stood on all fours, nodding with a moo, watching the transmission stone of a formation path predecessor, with a simple and earnest expression.
It didn't move an inch, truly believing it was the predecessor lecturing before it, feeling as if it were there in person.
"Moo moo~~" Black Bull's eyes widened like copper bells, using the energy of heaven and earth as the formation's core, with spiritual qi as a supplement, laying the foundation of the formation, no longer relying on spiritual qi to communicate with the world.
These formation path predecessors all believed that spiritual qi was the essence of all things, the true essence of life-level transcendence, which is the elevation of realm, but this had nothing to do with formations.
Spiritual qi communicated the intersection of a person's spiritual roots and the world, while energy was the true composition of the world's veins; to form a formation, one must borrow the great momentum of heaven and earth, not human momentum!
Black Bull was so excited it kept snorting, but its four legs dared not move, fearing to disturb the predecessor.
This formation path idea was simply in perfect agreement with it, truly worthy of a Unity True Lord!
It was the first time it felt that the path of formations finally had a predecessor to guide it, no longer relying on its own random exploration.
With this as innovation, it would embark on its own unique path of formations!
The eldest brother was right; they used to gain insights from reading the books of sages.
But facing a true sage for the first time, the feeling was completely different from reading and comprehending books.
Its previous understanding of formations was too outdated, even a path of formations abandoned by the grand world, unable to control the power of energy without reaching Void Refinement.
Below Void Refinement, one couldn't even claim to know formations, only learning some basic formation knowledge, and only after reaching the Void Refinement Realm could one be considered to have entered the path of formations.
The path of formations was vast and profound, as boundless as the sea, and it still had much to learn.
The entire Trash Island was engulfed in a great busyness and a unique tranquility.
Every cultivator went about their own business, undisturbed by external matters, with no chaos erupting.
Time slowly passed through the hands of each cultivator, and even in the lowest status of the grand world, in the garbage dump, they felt neither sullied nor tainted, but fresh and natural.
