While Ancestor Pill-Fire was happily breathing Samadhi Fire into Assembly Line Six at the Royal Pill Cannery, Ancestor Blood-Sword (#002) was standing fifty miles north of Dry-Well Capital at the foot of the Black-Iron Mountain Range, staring in utter disbelief at a yellow safety helmet in his hands.
“You want this Sword Ancestor... to wear a yellow tin pot on his head?!”
Ancestor Blood-Sword’s crimson eyebrows twitched so hard they nearly met in the middle. Even with the continental [Rank 6 Golden-Core Suppressing Sky Dome] limiting his flight, he was still a Rank 6 Early Golden Core Sword Sovereign—the fiercest fighter among the four ancient ancestors! Three hundred years ago, he had practiced the forbidden Blood-Sea Slaughter Sword Scripture until his meridians turned dark red and his eyes glowed with permanent murderous madness. Whenever he got angry, a cold red mist leaked out of his pores and made birds fall out of the trees.
Right now, however, nobody at the northern railroad construction camp was paying the slightest attention to his murderous red mist.
All around the foot of Black-Iron Peak, ten thousand cultivator-engineers of the Dry-Well Highway & Railroad Shovel Corps were busy unloading bundles of rebar, pouring steaming black spirit-asphalt, and bolting down gleaming steel train tracks.
