The method of making the fountain of aura is very simple.

Make a conversion device similar to that that pulls energy from the void and converts it into aura.

However, it requires an extremely pure aura to activate and maintain this device.

Spirit stones are equivalent to kinetic energy.

In other words, the spirit stone is the product of the high condensation of the spiritual energy.

It's probably a bit similar to the principle of a nuclear generator, but it's a bit different.

Lu Yan: ?????

He could do it right now.

The only problem is that incense needs to be consumed to set up this conversion device.

Not much, just 10 million incense, can construct a fountain of aura.

Well, not much, really.

Lu Yan nodded, but the problem was that he only had more than 10 million incense in total!

Therefore, the problem has been detoured back to the original point, the construction of the Eastern mythological system, the creation of an organization similar to the Heavenly Court, must be put on the agenda as soon as possible, not only for merit, but also for the sake of incense.

Then he looked at the current drawings, and the manufacturing method.

Golden light talisman, town mountain seal, flying boat, soul exploration spell.

And the failed products of the thousand raiders in his divine domain.

This thing was originally given to him by Zhongli, and it happened to be used to deduce the construction technology of this super civilization.

It's just a Heavenly Craftsman Hall race, and then Qi lived.

According to his original idea, the goblin should be a good candidate for the Heavenly Crafts Palace.

But the problem is that when Lu Yan saw the appearance of the goblin with his own eyes, he found that this dirty, sloppy, and irrational race seemed to be not bad among low-level races, but it was a bit difficult to take on a big responsibility if it was used to study the magic weapon in the Eastern mythological system.

Originally, Lu Yan still had the mentality of what if.

Enlightened a goblin, the initial 6 spiritual intelligence, directly dispelled his thoughts, even the white ape can't compare.

After searching for a long time, Lu Yan finally found a race suitable for the Heavenly Crafts Palace.

The Piltover family.

Advocating science, being proficient in research, art, innovation, meticulous treatment of every experiment, and more importantly, love cleanliness.

No matter how you look at it, they are the most suitable racial candidates for the Heavenly Crafts Palace.

There is only one small problem.

Mrs. Piltward, who belongs to the creation gods.

It is not another minor god system, but one of the five supreme god systems with the supreme god with the life god system of the Yanhuang Kingdom.

The country established by the Creation God System in the Overworld is called the United States of America.

However, in recent millennia, there has been a slight contradiction between the Yanhuang Republic and the United States of America.

As a result, the United States of America promulgated a law to block all transactions with the Yanhuang Kingdom, including the Divine Domain race.

However, Lu Yan always felt that the current president of the United States and the United States, who made this decision, looked like he was about to step down.

It seems that because of his policies, the United States has begun to decline its national strength to a certain extent.

There are already legislators discussing whether to wake up the sleeping creator god and elect a new president.

But no matter what, as long as the current president is still around, the laws he promulgated will be valid.

However, compared to the federal laws that the five permanent members of the federation sign together and all citizens of the federation unconditionally abide by.

The laws of individual countries, even the laws of the five permanent members.

Everyone is turning a blind eye.

The place where you open your eyes is naturally the main world, and you don't let go of all the ghosts and ghosts, and the extralegal fanatics who dare to break the law.

The place where you close your eyes is naturally the border battlefield, and the plane is broken, and it is normal for a few little mice that have violated the laws of a single country to sneak in inside.

Isn't it normal that there are too many gods in various countries on the border front, and there are gods who don't know the laws of other countries?

What Lu Yan is going to now is located in the lower dimensional space, such a black market trading place.

The subterranean space of the plane battlefield, the most central area.

It is more appropriate to have a huge divine domain, or the kingdom of God.

Because, its owner, is a god with weak divine power.

Above the Kingdom of God, there is a dilapidated hall that stands in the void for tens of thousands of miles.

Docking his Divine Domain outside the Void Dock outside the main hall, Lu Yan walked into this main hall.

The bleak, colorless, empty hall, without the slightest decoration except for the pillars, looks extremely dilapidated.

Anyone who came here for the first time, if they hadn't seen the Divine Kingdom below, would never have thought that this place was a divine abode with weak divine power.

"Old man, are you really so saving? Forget if the divine light doesn't rise, now even the decorations are sold? ”

At the back of the main hall, an old man who was lying on his back, with the rich divine light on his body pressed to death, snorted coldly, "You know a fart god!" Doesn't the ascension light need divine power? I said, I don't ascend to the divine light, you see which rabbit cub dares to spread wild in me! ”

After a pause, the old man Mei Zizi said, "If you want me to say, Lu boy, you can simply withdraw the divine light on the divine realm plane, I have calculated, every ten thousand years, it is enough to save a little divine power!" ”

"Come on, you think I'm you! I dare to withdraw the divine light on the plane I occupy, and those guys must immediately treat my plane as an ownerless plane, and the arrangement is clear! ”

A little divine power, in the Overworld, is equal to one million credits.

10,000 years, save a million credits, this old man, as a god, can pick it.

"Thrifty! Frugal! If you are not thrifty, where does the divine power of God come from! The old man shook his head and sighed very much, young people nowadays, they don't know how difficult it is to promote divine power after becoming a god.

When the old man thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he boasted, "I am only eight percent away from the low-level divine power, and in hundreds of thousands of years, as soon as the divine power is accumulated, I will be able to reach the low-level divine power!" What do you think? You dare to say that frugality is useless? ”

"Good! Good! You're an old man! I don't know why, Lu Yan suddenly thought of the little brother who had been promoted from a demigod to a high-level god in one or two thousand years.

This old man, who was also born as a civilian, has no resources, no background, and by luck, he became a god with weak divine power, and then he was stuck for two or three hundred thousand years.

Although the divine power stage, it only needs to simply accumulate divine power.

But just like in the previous life, an ordinary person wanted to make enough money to fill the entire planet, it was impossible, it was just that even if he made all the planets into money, he would not be satisfied.

The same is true for the gods, who want to rely on the faith race in their own god country to improve their divine power.

It is necessary to plunder the beliefs of other worlds and use the beliefs of other worlds to achieve itself.

As a result, two genres emerged.

One is to conquer the Alien Plane and grab it directly for you.

One is to stay in the main world, develop the divine domain, rely on the mind, and trade to earn the faith of other worlds.

It's a pity that the old man is afraid of death, the former doesn't dare to go, and the latter doesn't matter, he has no backer, no brains, and he can't be high or low.

In the end, I had no choice, I came to such a border battlefield, as a temporary federal worker who guarded the lower space of the plane battlefield and protected the demigods.

Relying on the fixed divine power that the Federation sends every hundred years, coupled with the fact that there is nothing to do to secretly resell the resource races that are prohibited from trading in a single country, he barely makes a living.