Lind flew high above the capital of the Sanctuary Empire. There were already 3 major cities only a few days away that helped distribute their supplies to the various powers and take in resources as well.
Seeds were blooming each day at various levels but he was far from having some at the Heaven Realm fully recovered. Thankfully his wives had set them up long ago so he was not starting from scratch.
One of the spires in his palace grounds was buzzing with Qi as he knew it was the formation masters working hard under the direction of Annabelle and her team.
Due to the nature of refining and alchemy, the other towers were nearly dead still but the last 3 production spires were almost wondrous in their feeling.
Elixirs used so much essence that its tower felt like it would float away to the senses of a cultivator while Forging was like a controlled storm. The weaving tower seemed like it did not belong to the world.
