I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 1203: 690: Comrade, Just How Much Did You Greed

Chapter 1203: Chapter 690: Comrade, Just How Much Did You Greed…

“Whoosh!” The Flying Dragon passed through this layer of “water ripple” and entered the Small World.

What a large world it is!

Lu Yuan saw a vast loess plateau, quietly floating in the void.

The ravines crisscrossed like Earth’s bloodlines, and in the deep and shallow folds lay the frost of war. The starlight in the void obliquely shone, casting a silver edge on the plateau’s corners; the curves of the terraced fields layered like waves, occasionally dotted with the lights of engineering robots, tiny yet resilient.

As an Ancient Great Clan, the Evil Dragon Clan’s Small World should have been very abundant, but in reality, it was not so.

Lu Yuan focused his eyes and could vaguely make out the hydrogen bomb craters left by war.

In fact, the power of a hydrogen bomb wasn’t as enormous as imagined; a million-ton hydrogen bomb only created a dirt crater with a diater of 300-500 ters.

Most of the flowers, plants, and trees in the Small World had been plundered as spoils of war.

Only the World Tree in the center of the loess plateau remained intact—not because these civilizations didn’t want to plunder the World Tree, but because it had an instinct to avoid harm, hiding itself whenever a war occurred in the Small World.

“Has your Qiankun Continent’s World Tree grown?”

“Guess…” Lu Yuan smiled with pride, “Ahem, my World Tree, in total, there are 24, of which 12 have beco worlds on their own, though their size can’t compare to the complete one in front of us.”

This World Tree wasn’t very tall, about six hundred ters high, making it seem tiny among World Trees.

But its root system was extrely developed, with thick roots robust and steadfast, reaching deep into the earth like a clenched fist. The lateral roots were slender and flexible, like countless exploratory tentacles, penetrating every corner of the loess plateau, covering millions of square kiloters!

The World Tree is such a wondrous species; each has a different form, so towering into the clouds, trying to rival the heavens; others focus on having a developed root system; and so might just be an ordinary coral tree yet capable of forming a water world.

Lu Yuan placed his hand on his brow, his eyes flashing red light.

“Why is it more barren than imagined… You’ve been cultivating it for two years, right? Even if ravaged by war, there should be seeds in the soil, and small animals should remain in caves.”

“The Small World’s abundance level can’t match the outside.”

Conch wore a bitter face: “There are indeed so seeds, but the actual situation is quite the opposite; most of the rare plants in this Small World require ancient bloodline nourishnt.”

Once bloodlines are lacking, the growth rate of rare plants slows, and they might even gradually wither.

“I see…” Lu Yuan stroked his chin.

Bloodline Technology does have its uniqueness. This land was cultivated by the Evil Dragon Clan for ten thousand years, with every inch soaked in blood; now, as regis change, these bloodlines gradually lose their effectiveness.

“Didn’t you leave any alive? Just to release them daily?”

Conch said: “Alas, many civilizations suffered heavy losses in the war, with so losing more than half their population. The mutual hatred is too deep, leaving no middle ground.”

“I understand…” Lu Yuan nodded, for the stability of the Buzhou Alliance, there was nothing to do but eradicate the roots.

“However, we did retain so reproductive and living cells,” Conch added, “though there’s currently no need to use cloning technology.”

In fact, the Small Worlds of the Five Great Races have similar flaws to varying degrees.

This is also the main reason ancient races reared large numbers of servants, civilizations that converted, using these lower populations like worker ants to nourish flora and fauna.

And these rare organisms were consud by the advanced population, forming a perfect caste cycle.

Due to enormous technical challenges, the bidding prices for the Small Worlds of the Five Great Races were not high; instead, the other twenty or so Small Worlds without Innate Myths had higher bid prices.

But regardless, humans still paid a significant cost, so they must manage it well.

“Roar”!

The Flying Dragon flapped its wings, gradually approaching the ground, and landed in a small city.

The city was nad “Green Plant City,” with a floating population of about 200,000.

In just a few years, the small city had already built quite a lot of infrastructure, with skyscrapers rising one after another.

There’s also a large number of laboratories under vigorous construction.

Even in the middle of the night, scientists, craftsn, are still working overti, trying to quickly research fields that can simulate bloodlines and restore the growth of flora and fauna.

“Great Commander, have you recovered your health?!” Several senior officials, like Lu Tiantian, were shocked after seeing Lu Yuan and then asked with concern, “You don’t look well.”

During Lu Yuan’s five-year slumber, the Human Governnt had continuously announced that he was receiving treatnt in the ICU.

But so rumors leaked out that no hospital was actually treating Lu Yuan…

Thinking of the devastating world war in the Ruins of Buzhou, everyone couldn’t help but have so bad associations— “Was the Great Commander killed by those Innate Myths”!

But at this mont, Lu Yuan reappeared with no missing limbs; not only the experts and scholars but even the on-duty security personnel couldn’t help but get emotional, with so younger soldiers even involuntarily wiping their eyes.

“Hello, everyone, it’s been a long ti since I’ve seen you all… I just woke up from a coma.”