81: Pseudo-Immortal Dynasty

The central Formation eye of Underground Mo City was no longer a center of absolute silence.

The hum of energy flow, the faint rubbing sounds of Thunder Wood Demon vines growing, and the low roars vaguely heard from the distant smelting rooms formed the new background noise of this underground heart.

Moyuan sat cross-legged atop it; the fingertips of his deep purple Thunder God Arm were no longer jumping with electric arcs, but were instead pressing into the air upon a holographic map of the Qingyang region, projected and composed of countless tiny light points.

On the map, the light points representing the territory controlled by Mo Sect had spread like a highly aggressive fungal mat, covering the vast expanse of the three surrounding commanderies, expanding from that pitifully small patch of the initial Qingyang ruins!

The light points flickered, each representing a node controlled or modified by the power of the sequence.

Cold data streams silently washed through his Sea of Consciousness like a waterfall:

"Vajra Battalion expansion complete.

Total: 1,200 people.

The success rate of Pseudo-Metal Spiritual Root Awakening has increased to 65%, with an average remaining lifespan of eight years.

Daily 'Longevity Thunder Needle' Body Tempering consumes 0.3 standard barrels of spiritual dew."

"Thunderstorm Worker Bees swarm count restored to 150,000.

New variants: 3,000.

Patrol range covers the main passages and resource points of the three commanderies."

"Yellow Springs Ghost Soldiers organization: First Banner Unit, fully staffed at 100.

Confirmed clearance of seventeen remaining resistance strongholds, devoured 243 Cultivator remnant Souls, and five Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator Souls.

Feedback: Energy consumption is zero, unit strength increased by an average of five percent."

"Thunder Wood Demon fortress network construction complete.

It covers 90% of the peripheral area of Underground Mo City and extends to key passes at the junction of the three commanderies.

Confirmed automatic annihilation of 27 waves of intruding Yao Beast swarms and nine low-level Cultivator exploration teams.

Feedback: Defense efficiency rated as 'Excellent', self-sustainability rated as 'High'."

"Resource point control: Newly discovered and occupied three low-level spiritual mineral veins, five medicinal herb fields (already increased in yield by spiritual dew catalysis), and 48 population gathering points..."

"Total controlled population: 107,431 people.

Among them, those with Pseudo-Spiritual Roots account for 99.7%."

One hundred thousand people with Pseudo-Spiritual Roots!

This number, cold and heavy, represented that Mo Sect had already inflated into a behemoth that could not be ignored.

They were distributed in every corner of this land, and under the surveillance of the Vajra Battalion and the patrols of the Worker Bee swarms, they mined resources, planted crops catalyzed by spiritual dew, and constructed cold and efficient buildings with a distinct Mo Sect style. They even... began to accept the simplest and crudest body refinement methods simplified from the Thunder Evolution Art, hoping that while squeezing out the last bit of labor value, they could withstand a few more points of pain from the demonic liquid strengthening.

Above ground, the old site of Qingyang City had completely changed its appearance.

The ruins were leveled and replaced by fortress-style buildings with distinct angles, constructed from dark gray stone and metal.

In the center of the city, the original City Lord's Mansion was expanded into a towering yet cold Mo Sect palace. Wang Linger served as the Puppet City Lord and issued orders here; the Thunder Curse mark deep in her Soul ensured that all her decisions aligned with Moyuan's will.

On the streets, there was no longer the noise and chaos of the past.

The pedestrians mostly had numb expressions, wore uniform gray outfits, and walked in a hurry. Deep in their eyes were exhaustion and fear of the dark purple and gold-gilded Worker Bee shadows that occasionally swept through the air.

Only when seeing that huge flag in the plaza in front of the palace would a trace of forcibly instilled, twisted fanaticism flash in their eyes.

The flag was ten zhang tall, with a background color as pitch-black as an abyss, symbolizing the roots of Mo Sect and the underground Dynasty.

In the center of the flag was not any beast or emblem, but an extremely simple yet striking bright silver lightning pattern, as if torn directly by thunder!

This lightning pattern was not a dead object; it seemed to possess life, constantly flowing with faint thunder light, occasionally even bursting with one or two tiny, real electric arcs, making cracking sounds and emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

It was both the symbol of Mo Sect and an extension of Moyuan's power, as well as an invisible deterrent and a spiritual totem.

The flag of the New Yue Dynasty! With the lightning pattern as the emblem!

This flag not only fluttered on the city walls of Qingyang but was also planted in every village, town, mine, and pass controlled by Mo Sect.

Wherever it went, it meant order, exploitation, and... the path of the Pseudo-Immortals, which was filled with despair yet carried a trace of twisted hope.

Moyuan's will swept across this vast territory.

He could feel that with the expansion of the controlled area and the increase in population, an invisible Luck, mixed with fear, awe, submission, and weak Power Of Will, was slowly gathering towards Underground Mo City.

Although mixed and impure, it made the operation of the magic bottle seem a bit smoother, and even the condensation speed of the Ghost Soldiers in the Nether Lightning Pool accelerated slightly.

"Dynasty... Luck..." A slight ripple stirred in his cold core.

Plundering resources, controlling the population, condensing Luck... This was the correct path for the rise of a Dynasty.

However, ruling such a vast territory solely by relying on the patrols of the Worker Bee swarms and the suppression of the Vajra Battalion was inefficient and slow to react.

He needed a more direct and efficient means of control.

"Thunder Talisman Network... construction begins."

He raised his Thunder God Arm; his fingertips were no longer condensing thunder spheres but were instead beginning to inscribe in the air one special Thunder Talisman after another—extremely complex, as small as dust, yet containing the Dao rhyme of space and the power of lightning teleportation.

These Thunder Talismans were based on the consumption of massive Mental Energy and a profound understanding of the Law of Thunder, with each one acting like a miniature spatial beacon and energy receiver.

"Go."

The tiny Thunder Talismans, like invisible seeds, were transported by the Thunderstorm Worker Bees and precisely implanted into every important node in the three commanderies: the top of the flagpole in the palace plaza, the cores of large mineral veins, transportation hubs, and even the residences of some important leaders.

They silently merged into the interiors of buildings or objects, combining with the metal or spiritual materials within, like sleeping electronic eyes.

As the last Thunder Talisman was activated inside a watchtower at a remote border pass, the entire Thunder Talisman Network covering the three commanderies was instantly connected!

On the holographic map in front of Moyuan, countless tiny light points lit up, connecting to each other to form a giant web of thunder covering the territory!

With a slight movement of his mind, his consciousness instantly descended into that watchtower at the border through the Thunder Talisman Network!

The breathing of the watchtower guards, the sound of the wind outside the window, and even the commotion of a small group of Yao Beasts dozens of miles away were clearly fed back!

It was as if he were there in person!

"Teleportation Formation... start test."

He locked onto another mineral vein node on the map hundreds of miles away from Qingyang City.

Hum!

The spatial Dao patterns on the Thunder God Arm lit up, resonating strongly with the Thunder Talisman at that location!

The next moment, Moyuan's figure blurred slightly above the Formation eye and instantly disappeared!

Almost at the same instant, the air distorted at the core of that mineral vein node hundreds of miles away, a flash of thunder light appeared, and Moyuan's figure materialized!

The surrounding miners and overseers didn't even notice!

Teleportation Formation! Relying on the Thunder Talisman Network, Moyuan's will, and even his physical body, could descend anywhere within its coverage at any time!

Absolute control!

From now on, for him, there was no distance in these three commanderies.

Any slight disturbance could not escape his perception.

If there was any trouble in any place, his thunderous rage could arrive in an instant!

His figure blurred again, and the next moment he was back at the central Formation eye, as if he had never left.

Moyuan overlooked the territory on the holographic map that had been completely marked with the thunder seal, watching the floating, thunder-light-flowing phantom of the New Yue Dynasty flag.

The Pseudo-Immortal Dynasty had already stood tall.

One hundred thousand living beings were all firewood.

Wherever the lightning pattern points, it is the royal land.

And this was just the beginning.

His gaze had already turned beyond the map, toward that vast, unknown, and challenging world.