I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

So these Wulan people simply think their world has changed a bit. How to put it... anyway, it's more or less the same as their original living environment, so they just make do and get by.

The instructor continued to shout loudly: "At sunrise, it is the best time for cultivation. Our great ancestors once said, dawn gives birth to the purest Innate Essence of the day. Use the Breathing Skill to absorb its energy, and your Spark will flourish."

"But do not get greedy!"

"Lately, I've discovered that some of you are trying to use the Breathing Skill at noon or in the afternoon to absorb the Fierce Sun Essence!"

"This is absolutely wrong behavior! Because the Fierce Sun Essence during noon and afternoon is impure. If absorbed into your body, at worst, you'll suffer qi deviation, and your Spark will consume you in flames; at best, your Spark will be contaminated by the sun's impurities, unable to progress for a long time!"

The instructor's expression was stern, and his tone cold: "I know you're all children from poor families, lacking cultivation resources. But you must understand that haste makes waste. Once you take the wrong path, you will regret it for a lifetime!"

The Breathing Skill—this could be called their ancestral technique.

The sun's energy, while inexhaustible, is dangerous and difficult to harness.

It was because of this technique that the Wulan Clan managed to gain a foothold and train a large number of talents at a low cost.

These children were indeed very hardworking.

The instructor, named "Wumu," let out a relieved sigh and turned his gaze beyond the borders.

The current life seemed similar to the past, but only on the surface—there was a significant difference: this ghostly place actually had other intelligent species!

Other civilizations!

When they discovered this fact, the Wulan people actually considered starting a war!

Eliminate the others, because that's what they used to do on their previous planet. When there were beings like demons or beasts, if they didn't eradicate them entirely, their own living space would be encroached upon!

But eventually, as they discovered more and more races on the Pangu Continent, they had to lower their flags and ceasefire.

Only four cities had been transmitted from their original world. Their overall combat capabilities were limited, and they were barely managing to survive. How could they wage war against the Ten Thousand Races?

On the other hand... this peculiar Pangu Continent was vast and sparsely populated, with no shortage of territory.

Instead, there were some fertile civilization relics, guarded by powerful monsters.

Thus, as long as their territories didn't directly connect, there was really no need for war.

"Boss! Boss! Something big has happened!" Suddenly, a warrior wearing a helmet rode in at high speed from the distance.

Judging by his speed, he was at least at the standard of a Level Three warrior, possibly possessing certain "Shape Skills" that enhanced movement speed.

The children all turned their heads up, their gazes filled with curiosity.

Wumu, the instructor, snorted coldly: "Everyone, hold your horse stances! Don't waste training time."

He turned his head and scolded: "What's so urgent? Have you no decorum?! "

The warrior in the helmet seemed not to hear him, his face so excited it looked like a swollen, red balloon, though he tried to lower his voice: "Boss, we may have discovered a civilization relic!"

"It suddenly emerged... the scene was incredible, like a collision between two worlds."

The warrior waved his hands: "In the sky, a colossal city-like mirage appeared! It was a floating city filled with plants."

"And the mirage is becoming more and more vivid, more and more vivid, as if it's about to turn real any moment now!"

"What?!" Wumu widened his eyes, looking at him as if he had lost his mind.

"Everyone has this premonition—it's about to materialize into being!"

"And this relic is not too far from us, only sixteen hundred Feili away (an indigenous unit of measurement, approximately three thousand kilometers)!" The warrior took out a bronze mirror, which reflected a blurry outline of a city.

Sky City!

Wumu stared at the mirror for a long moment, his heart trembling.

Civilization relics—the core of competition in this world!

Aside from their Wulan City, there were three other counterpart cities.

One of them, located near a city called "Maige City," had a civilization relic just eighty Feili away.

Inside, although risks of various sizes existed, the wealth it contained was astounding!

After Maige City excavated the resources, they rapidly grew stronger.

Once the weakest city, Maige City was now the strongest of the four!

Meanwhile, their Wulan City had been relegated to second place.

But it must be noted that Maige City's fortune, compared to this mysterious and unpredictable world, was actually merely a trivial gain.

Because the relic Maige City possessed was only a low-level relic.

There were still Medium-level Relics, and even High-level Relics!

It was said that a fortunate race once stumbled upon a High-level Relic and rose to prominence in just a few decades—but of course, no one knew which lucky civilization it was. The story of the relic had only been passed down in the Northern Territory.

"How many people saw this scene?" Wumu asked in a low voice.

"The spectacle in the sky spread far and wide."

"There's a large coal mining base nearby. Many miners and patrolling soldiers witnessed it. The news will be impossible to keep under wraps… at least several cities probably already know about it." The young warrior frantically gestured, "I rode my horse back at full speed!"

"Boss, sixteen hundred Feili! When do we set off?!"

Nearly all the patrolling soldiers trembled slightly, their blood-red eyes brimming with excitement. Even the lowest-grade relic was enough to bring them immense fortune.