Transmigrator's Guide to Conquering Another World-Chapter 473 - 437: Gathering of Nascent Souls

At this moment.

Inside and outside the video.

The expressions of Ma Ning and Lin Li were somewhat heavy.

Although there was no exact data to support it, some things could be roughly inferred just through self-analysis.

The vast majority of cities had no more than two Foundation Establishment cultivators, some might not even have a single Foundation Establishment cultivator due to generational gaps.

Could you make them face a possible swarm of Tier Two locust demons without the city's defensive array?

This clearly was impossible.

It could be said that more than 95% of the cities in the Southern Region couldn't rely on cultivators to physically leave the city to resist the locust plague.

Therefore, what they could do was either harvest early, accepting a loss of 80-90% in yield to gain a bit of out-of-season premature crops.

Or just watch as the swarm swept past outside, trembling within the city's defensive array.

In this way.

A famine emerged.

Listening to Lin Li's remarks, Ma Ning's expression also became considerably heavier:

"Ah, the locust plague... I wonder how many people will die this time..."

He then raised his head and asked Lin Li:

"Captain Lin, what preparations does the camp have for this matter? Is there any way we can help?"

As a historian and someone who personally experienced the famine locust plague decades ago.

Upon hearing the word famine, ancient records immediately surfaced in Ma Ning's mind.

They were called certain books or certain records.

Although the names differed, their introductions were nearly indistinguishable:

"In this year of great famine, the people subsisted on wild herbs, and death by starvation filled the fields..."

Therefore, from a modern person's empathetic perspective, Ma Ning sincerely hoped the camp could come up with some solutions.

On the other side of the video.

Lin Li, still with a stern expression, sighed:

"Professor Ma, from a rational standpoint, the command unit certainly hopes to do something.

This is our nature, and our duty, moreover, if we don't do anything, this book might well be banned.

But the problem is, we currently have no knowledge about the locust plague, not even a live locust demon sample in hand.

So, what we can think of at the moment is, at most, under urgent circumstances, sell or gift some food at a humanitarian price to Ziqiong City.

Through trade relations with them, ask them to ensure the distribution of food.

However.

You need not be too pessimistic; a vanguard team from the camp set out not too long ago.

If they can capture live locust samples, the research team might make new discoveries, who knows."

Hearing Lin Li's last statement, Ma Ning felt somewhat relieved:

"Let's hope so..."

Then both sides exchanged some additional information briefly before ending the call.

And while Ma Ning and Lin Li were conversing.

Unknowingly tens of thousands of miles away.

Inside a luxurious grand hall.

The floor paved with white jade glimmered with a gentle glow, surrounded by faint mist veiling indistinct illusion arrays.

The hall's columns were square, with dragon carvings spewing water beneath the flying eaves covered in yellow glazed tiles trimmed with green edges, and phoenixes carved in sandalwood seemed ready to soar.

Decor around the hall featured three-tier spiritual plants called "Jade Snow Grass," with white sepals exuding translucent luster like porcelain.

The petals had a circle of varying shades of light purple, seemingly naturally dyed.

These rare spirit plants, usually worth a Core Formation realm cultivator's entire assets for just two or three blossoms, could be seen all around the grand hall.

Logically speaking.

In such a lavish and splendid hall, people should be toasting and drinking, exchanging cups.

The stage upfront should have stylishly dressed beauties dancing gracefully, and decadence should fill every corner.

Yet, strangely...

In the grand hall, although over twenty dignitaries in lavish attire were seated, such lively scenes were entirely absent.

Instead, everyone bore a grave expression, the atmosphere eerie.

Perhaps due to poor mood.

Several people didn't bother to conceal their aura.

Judging by these auras, these individuals were evidently Nascent Soul realm cultivators!

Even though others in the hall concealed their auras.

Their ability to remain unperturbed by the outbursts of Nascent Soul auras indicated.

They too must be Nascent Soul cultivators!

The array of Nascent Soul cultivators numbered nearly thirty; nowadays in the Damo Realm, such a scene could be seen in only one place...

Demon Aperture!

And certainly in some high-standard venue within the Demon Aperture!

After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

Whoosh—

Three rays of light suddenly flew in from outside the hall, transforming into two elders and a young man at the hall's forefront, totaling three men.

Upon their appearance.

Several cultivators within the hall showed slight expressions, the atmosphere started to vibrate disorderedly.

Moments later.

A middle-aged man in tight-fitting clothes, holding a jade flute, stood up and saluted the foremost elder of the three standing in front:

"Master Nan, summoning us to the Council Hall suddenly today, what major matter is there to discuss?"

While saying this, the flute-holding man bore a particularly solemn expression.

Although unaware of the specific situation.

Cultivators reaching the Nascent Soul realm somewhat possessed unconventional sensing or deduction methods.

Though not as miraculous as the legendary "Great Deduction Technique."

Predicting good or bad concerning a predetermined fact wasn't difficult.

Earlier, the man and several fellow Daoists briefly deduced, and the result was a single trigram:

Kan Water, extremely dangerous!

It should be noted.

Back when Old Monster Duan and another Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, 'Thousand Feather Sword' Lin Ping, both fell in the Demon Realm.

The trigram resulted merely in Yang Yao of mountain stripping reaching its extreme.

Thus.

The previous atmosphere in the grand hall was so oppressive.

As for the last three arrivals at the Council Hall, though also Nascent Soul realm, their status was extraordinary:

They were the only three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in the Demon Aperture, all above Nascent Soul Seventh Layer.

They represented the suppressive Dao Yun of the Demon Aperture and even the entire Damo Realm human race!

Among them, the elder known as Master Nan had reached Nascent Soul Ninth Layer, currently the top figure in the Demon Aperture!

During over a thousand years presiding over Demon Aperture.

Master Nan had slain more than a dozen Tier Four demon beasts, including several late-stage Great Demon Kings!

Even in the Demon Realm, this Dao name carried significant prestige.

As for the two beside Master Nan, their levels were Nascent Soul Eighth Layer and Seventh Layer respectively, slightly weaker in strength.

Among them, the young man at Nascent Soul Seventh Layer had just recently arrived at the Demon Aperture from the Eastern Region.

At this very moment.

The three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged glances.

Finally, Master Nan took out two small boxes from his sleeve, using spiritual power to send them before the flute-holding man:

"Fellow Daoist Guo, please take a look at this."

The flute-holding man received the small boxes, noticing they weren't sealed with mana.

Seeing this.

He glanced at several familiar Nascent Soul cultivators around him, gently blew at the small boxes.

Moments later.

The lids of the small boxes flipped open.

The flute-holding man looked; inside the small boxes were two shattered life tokens!

He then took a breath, suddenly lifted his head.

His gaze fixed on Master Nan:

"Fellow Daoist Si and Fellow Daoist Ye... perished?!"

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