VROOOOOOM—CHUGGA-CHUGGA-CHUGGA!
Before the last speck of golden stone dust had even settled on the floor of the newly sliced Mount Azure canyon, two hundred Self-Heating Spirit Asphalt Rollers and five hundred Rank 5 Armored Spirit-Tanks roared straight through the western entrance!
Standing in the top turret hatch of the lead command tank, General Tie Zhan held a giant stopwatch in one hand and a half-eaten pork bun in the other.
“Move, move, move!” Tie Zhan bellowed through his tank’s loudspeaker horn, his voice echoing between the three-thousand-foot mirror-smooth cliff walls of the canyon. “Lord Pei gave us thirty minutes on the clock! If we finish paving all five miles of this eight-lane canyon in twenty-eight minutes, Old Guo promised every squad an extra barrel of crispy deep-fried red scorpions for lunch!”
“FOR THE DEEP-FRIED SCORPIONS! HUSTLE!”
Ten thousand yellow-vested cultivator-workers—joined by four thousand newly hired former Azure-Sword disciples who were eager to earn their first day’s overtime pay—charged into the canyon at full Rank 4 and Rank 5 speed!
It wasn’t mortal road construction; it was high-speed Immortal-Martial industrial warfare!
In the front rank, First Elder Jian Wuchen led three thousand flying-shovel masters floating three feet above the laser-flat granite roadbed. Carrying the hundred thousand bundles of [Grade-5 Spirit-Sword Concrete Rebar] stamped out by Boom-Pot Sun’s smelting trucks, they laid down interlocking grids of ancestor-sword steel rods across the two-hundred-foot-wide canyon floor like a giant silver carpet!
