"Can a single Great Li Dynasty surpass the momentum of Zhengyuan Hall, Xinghai Sword Sect, and Shan Jue Sect?"

"No, it cannot. But what if we add the Luo Family of the Everlasting Realm?"

Qi Ming paused, "The Luo Family hasn’t established branches in the Little South Continent. They’re so far away, would they be willing to help?"

"The Luo Family and the Fan Family are at least nominally in-laws, although..." Mei Jinqiu’s eyes showed a trace of sadness, "At least we have to try."

"Okay."

After Qi Ming left, Mei Jinqiu stood on the cliff edge of Eternal Immortal Peak, gazing toward the distant Enlightenment Peak.

The Parasol Tree, growing larger over time, resembled a giant umbrella sheltering Enlightenment Peak from the wind and rain. The abundant aura of purple and gold intertwined among the peaks, and the disciples of Enlightenment Peak did not let this blessing go to waste, each full of vitality.

This year marked the graduation year of the first batch of five-cycle students since Enlightenment Peak resumed enrolling disciples.

They submitted a perfect answer sheet.

Ten disciples, all succeeded in integration.

The Eternal Immortal Sect now had twenty cultivators under the age of one hundred in the Integration Realm.

This signified that the Eternal Immortal Sect had fully become a significant power on a global scale.

These young disciples, their futures were full of hope.

Given time, Mahayana was within reach.

Mei Jinqiu lowered his head, a hint of sourness passing through his nose, "Can you see all this now..."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, brushing against his cheek.

He immediately felt a warmth, the sourness in his nose vanished, and after a ripple stirred in his heart, he felt a sense of hope, looking around to find nothing and no one, leaving only a sense of longing.

Old friends are gone,

Return date unknown.

...

The wind carried a Qi message signed "Star Plucker" from afar.

Gu Lan read the letter, her brows lowering.

This year still no news of him.

She raised her head to gaze at the fields below the mountain, feeling uninterested. Normally diligent and disciplined, today she couldn’t resist indulging in laziness. But thinking of the various crops being cultivated in the fields, all meant to supply those fighting in the Fallen Immortal Land, she regained her vigor.

The warriors were fighting at the front, how could the supply at the rear not be meticulously managed?

The chaotic Qi in the Fallen Immortal Land, mixed with numerous distractions, posed a substantial challenge to the gatekeepers. Not only did they need to withstand the chaotic Qi’s depletion of cultivation, but also the distractions’ drain on their soul. Additionally, they needed the strength to fend off the True Demon’s advance.

Thus, they required ample resource supply.

Spirit Stones for cultivation replenishment, elixirs to stabilize the mind, Immortal food to provide nourishment, talismans, magical artifacts, arrays, and more to increase combat strength...

These consumables were supported by forces worldwide.

Among them, the materials for elixirs and Immortal food mostly came from farming forces.

The East Continent He Yue Village, as the largest agricultural base, supplied nearly one-third of the required materials for twenty-one Fallen Immortal Land’s elixirs and Immortal food. Daily, a large number of cargo flying ships ferried materials to various parts of the world.

Not a day went by without a clear sky unmarked by activity.

Walking through the fields, Gu Lan’s mind was filled with thoughts on increasing output ratios, effectiveness, and reducing the difficulty in using crops for medicine and food.

At one moment, her platinum hair was lifted by the wind. With a sense of feeling, she swiftly turned around, her emerald eyes slightly trembling. The sunset’s glow casting gentle rays on her wheat-toned skin.

Seeing the visitor, Gu Lan felt slightly disappointed.

Her master, Song Weiyu, immediately sensed her disappointment and couldn’t help but say:

"Do you really not wish to see me?"

Gu Lan shook her head, smiling slightly, "Not at all. Without Master’s guidance, how could I fully devote myself to the crops on this field?"

"You, ah, sigh." Song Weiyu knew today was the day of the old friend’s letter.

For twenty years, every year on this day, a letter from someone named "Star Plucker" would be delivered. Although Song Weiyu hadn’t read the letters, from the emotions on her disciple’s face and in her eyes, she could guess the content.

Given her recent disappointed expression, today’s letter must be the same as those of the past twenty years.

Song Weiyu didn’t say much more and got straight to the point, "Some materials from Taiping Continent have issues. The Immortal Farmers can’t figure it out. Several Great Feng Immortals in He Yue Village want you to take a look. Will you go?"

Gu Lan didn’t hesitate, "I’ll go."

"Our route will pass through the Little South Continent. Would you want to visit the Eternal Immortal Sect?"

Gu Lan shook her head, "Stopping would take too much time; let’s wait until the way back."

"Alright, you prepare then, we’re likely setting out tomorrow morning."

Song Weiyu turned to leave.

The sun lowered as a crescent moon gently rose.

Moonlight spilled over the fields, harmonizing with the spiritual resonance of various crops, tranquil and serene.

"It’s so beautiful." Gu Lan’s gaze was distant as she softly murmured.

"Mm."

Gu Lan seemed to hear someone’s affirmative "Mm" in response, abruptly her heart trembled, her soul immediately opened up, searching everywhere.

But,

There was nothing.