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Is this the headquarters of Immortal Gathering Island?

Carson Flores looked at the array of various buildings sitting atop the wasteland in front of him, his gaze peculiar.

These structures can’t be said to lack grandeur, but whether palaces or towers, they were just placed on the wasteland, divided into different areas, with the outermost part being a huge protective formation that surrounded all the buildings.

Carson looked at this vast wasteland, subconsciously reminded of the tents of herders on the prairie.

”Everyone, don’t be surprised by our architecture. Our goal is to explore countless unknown worlds. Once the exploration of one world is complete and it holds no further value, we move to the next world.”

”To make exploration more efficient, we relocate even when exploring the same world, shortening our exploration distance and saving time. Like shepherds, when the flock devours all the grass in an area, we move to the next, pitch our tents, and continue the exploration.”

”As relocating gradually became a habit, it molded our current style – everything is based on practicality. All the houses are crafted as portable magic artifacts. Once we find a spot to settle, we just need to level the ground, then arrange all the houses by area, neat and efficient.”

He really guessed right!

They truly followed the way of pastoral nomads, except they pursued untouched new worlds.

”Everyone, we have already prepared separate houses for you, equipped with formations, just like your cave mansions; without your permission, others cannot enter your houses. Of course, you can also modify them yourself.”

”Aside from the houses, we have also prepared everything you need for your daily life. If anyone has other needs, you can directly tell the steward, and they will do their best to meet everyone’s requirements.”

Soon, everyone received a token, with numbers corresponding to a small building.

”Where do we collect tasks?”

Avidan Hartman, who personally received everyone, pointed to a large hall ahead and introduced, ”That is the Merit Points Hall. Task collection and points exchange are all done inside. There are professionals to serve everyone. If you have any questions, you can go inside and ask.”

Avidan Hartman smiled and said, ”Although you are in a cooperative relationship with us at Immortal Gathering Island, there is a saying that goes, ’When in Rome, do as the Romans do.’ So please abide by the relevant rules; otherwise, you will face the corresponding consequences.”

After a round of announcements, everyone dispersed and freely began their working stint at Immortal Gathering Island.

Carson Flores first went to his residence, took a stroll around the house, and did some simple tidying and arranging.

Although Carson had signed the contract, he was mentally prepared to back out at any time. After all, it was impossible for him to really work here for thousands of years.

He signed the contract merely as a stalling tactic. He needed more time to understand the situation more deeply, to see if there were other ways to obtain a cultivation technique, while also needing to resolve the aftermath with the Abyssal Sect.

If he figured everything out and found out that he could only exchange for the Primeval Myriad Sword Art after laboriously working for thousands of years, he would immediately leave once the troubles were resolved.

He still needed to bring his father back home for a family reunion!

Short delays were acceptable, but long delays certainly were not.

A top-tier cultivation technique, though good, was definitely not worth thousands of years of time for Carson.

He originally came here to try his luck; if it didn’t work out, so be it. He could think of another way later.

He next planned to go to the Bitter Sea Immortal Domain, Crimson Immortal Domain, to interact with many Quasi-Saints, maybe chances might arise.

After tidying up his residence, Carson leisurely went out, heading towards the Merit Points Hall.

The hall was quite lively. A large number of immortals who signed the points contract flooded in, gathering intel on tasks, assessing how many tasks they needed to complete, and how much time it would take to fulfill their contract.

Carson stood in the back of the crowd, listening to the staff explaining to the people in front, listening once, then he understood.

Exploring new worlds requires a large number of strong people, a lot of manpower, and all kinds of unique skills to deal with any bizarre situations that may be encountered.

He had seen reward tasks in the City of Netherfire, so it was nothing novel.

Carson found the task list and began checking it.

The tasks were diverse and of numerous types, but the point rewards for tasks were generally not many.

Although he had known about this from Zorvyn Harrison already, truly seeing it still made him sigh.

Cultivators have it tough too.

Ordinary people strive to buy a car or house, working hard, possibly laboring for decades for a house, but cultivators might toil bitterly for thousands of years for a cultivation technique!

Ordinary people compete with diligence and sweat, while cultivators compete with their very essence!

Seeing it this way, even though cultivators are infinitely stronger than ordinary people, aren’t they fundamentally the same?