Fang Ning finally finished the huge and perfect energy conversion device to meet the needs of the giant dragon below.

Oh, he almost forgot that it was actually his own body.

Alas, I want to be lazy when working for myself, but it seems that I am almost out of salvation.

Fang Ning blinked his eyes and suddenly asked, "Uncle, don't you need to sleep now?"

"What do you mean by saying this?" the old man wondered, "I am not like you. I have always worked in a 24*n mode."

"You asked me to make this vital energy conversion device, and I suddenly remembered that once this dragon enters the maturity stage, it will have to go into a long sleep from time to time. Now I think about it, this is because they consume too much, so they need to reduce their intake of external resources through sleep, otherwise, the natural ecology will not be able to bear it." Fang Ning said thoughtfully.

"Don't worry about this. After doing this work, hurry up and take Daqing and the group of ghosts from the Tianling tribe to find the Tianren tribe and get your upper realm agent. I found that in addition to procrastination syndrome, you also have the syndrome of hard work. After working hard for a while, you have just gained something, so you should relax and be lazy with confidence." The old man said contemptuously.

If the old man didn't say it, Fang Ning almost forgot about these serious matters...

He had nothing to say, so he had to return to the system space awkwardly, drill into the coffin, and integrate his divine thoughts and system incarnation into one.

"Hey, System No. 2, you have been lying in the coffin these days and don't go out to let the air out?" Fang Ning said in surprise.

"Uh, what is the concept of letting go?" the system incarnation said in confusion.

"It's scary, this old man is really cruel. He didn't even instill the concept of rest in you." Fang Ning said sympathetically.

"Rest, no authority to rest." The system incarnation replied blankly.

"It's true." Fang Ning sighed.

Then he said to the system master: "Okay, now you can let the green frog transmit me and the big green worm and others simultaneously."

"They are already ready in the Dragon Mysterious Realm. They don't look like you, you know how to be lazy." The old man said hatred.

"Okay, okay, say a few words. After I go to heaven this time, I must collect magical skills that can become stronger by lying down and come back." Fang Ning said with a sarcasm.

"You think beautifully."

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The next moment, when Fang Ning opened his eyes, he appeared in front of a desert.

A green flag is planted in front of the desert, with eight big words "Fight against the sky and the earth, and strive for self-improvement."

And beside the flag, there was a group of people planting something, which seemed to be a light blue shrub in the shape of thorns.

Some people dig holes, some people lay seedlings, some people bury soil, and some people water it.

All are pipeline operations, and very efficient.

"Hiss..." Fang Ning said in surprise, "It's interesting, it's like a normal modern country."

"Uh, these shrubs look like they can't eat." A voice came from the side.

Fang Ning didn't have to turn his head to know who was talking.

At this time, a strange voice appeared.

"This is Blue Spikewood. When it grows up, it can produce very small blue fruits. It can be used as medicine and can treat typhoid colds. Even without Taoist priests, we can still treat ourselves. It is most suitable for planting in deserts without consuming good fields, and it also has the effect of protecting water and soil."

When Fang Ning heard this, he felt a little respect and looked at the person who was talking.

I saw this a man in his thirties. His face was covered in frost and his hands were covered with calluses. He looked like an old farmer.

Fang Ning thought of the ignorant villagers who were asking for rain before, and those rioters who took advantage of the situation, and compared the busy people in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh that education really determines everything.

As long as there is no powerful god interference, since human beings can be born in this environment, they will have the ability to live a good life by relying solely on themselves.

After all, humans are the most magical natural creatures.

"Hey, I seem to have seen you somewhere?" The big green worm flew over with a porcelain jar and looked at the middle-aged man.

"The guardian of the Heavenly Tribe, Tulei, has seen His Royal Highness the Princess." The middle-aged man with a frosty face bowed to the big green insect.

"Oh, it turns out it's Teacher Tu. Sorry, it's been too long, I've forgotten a little." The big green worm said embarrassedly.

Fang Ning remembered that when he went to the Dragon God Realm before, he met the sisters of the Big Green Cyrus, and they must have passed the news to the Hui tribe.

He said curiously: "This Tu teacher, why do you want to lead these people to transform the environment? Are you not worried that this is a waste of work?"

"As long as the sun rises as usual, we should live as usual. We cannot lose hope for tomorrow because of the darkness of the future." Teacher Tu said seriously.

"It's OK," Fang Ning nodded and asked again, "But I don't understand that with the strength and status of your celestial race, you can live a good life without these mortals. Why do you really help them? The immortals and gods before did not care about the life and death of mortals."

"You should know the true origin of our celestial race, right?" Teacher Tu asked back.

"Well, I know, you were the descendants of immortals and gods and mortals at first." Fang Ning naturally knew this, just like the children born by Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

They also have to continue to reproduce and eventually become a clan with the bloodline of immortals and gods.

"In the Dharma-Ending Calamity, the Immortal and God Realm closed the ascension channel. There are only two ways out for our heavenly race, one is to stay and the other is to go to your world. Your princess went to your world, but she was not lucky and was reincarnated by the calamity. The others are now preparing to go to your world, but I and the others decided to stay." Teacher Tu glanced at the mortals and said.

"Why?" Fang Ning asked, "Stay, you will likely lose immortality and strength?"

"Some things have to be done, not everyone will only plan for themselves. Maybe I am just such a fool and weird person." Teacher Tu said helplessly.

"I don't understand." The big green worm said blankly.

When Fang Ning heard this, he first glanced at the system map, and then decisively took out a book.

"I admire you, please accept this book by the teacher. Good people cannot be without good rewards."

"Incense to become a magical secret"?

Tulei looked at the book and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He took it without being pretentious, and smiled bitterly, "They all said you are in the lower world, but they did not expect that the knowledge we have obtained from your world has become an opportunity to save our world."

"Only communicating with each other, civilizations can go further, and closure is only a dead end." Fang Ning sighed.

This is a summary of countless civilizations' blood and tears.

Just like the Indians, because they were closed in America, civilization did not make progress for a long time, and in the end they faced the invasion of Europeans, they were in a complete defeat.

On the contrary, there are still many exchanges in Asia and can still make certain resistance until it gradually sinks.

He has personally met a representative figure of the Heavenly Man race, and Fang Ning knew it in his heart that he could cooperate with these people.

Because they are willing to work and are willing to rely on their own hands to transform their lives, rather than continue to pin their hopes on the immortals and the court.

So he told Tulei about his agent's request.

"Do you want to provide some elixirs to let us form a caravan and collect various cultural books in the entire main world?" Tulei said in surprise.

"Yes, if you do this, the accumulation of tens of billions of years of history in the upper realm will not be completely nothing. Although it is suppressed by the immortals and gods, there is always something left. This is good for you and me." Fang Ning said seriously.

"In principle, I agree, after all, this does not harm us," Tulei said, "but it consumes a lot of people. I need to discuss with several other people how to make arrangements."

"This is natural. I have the patience," Fang Ning nodded, then looked at Daqing, "Your jar should be pretending to be the Tianling Clan, right?"

"Yes, that's a group of ghosts, but they look a little familiar." Daqing said, grabbing the jar.

"Well, these are all relatives of your celestial race. There should be some magical features. You can play some roles in the caravan in the future," Fang Ning said, "Give it to this local teacher, and I believe he can arrange these people."
Chapter completed!