He glanced around, watching the little green buds appearing on the dark brown branches, feeling the exuberant life force contained within, and his smile grew broader.

At this moment, a middle-aged scholar approached with a joyful expression, holding a small notebook and reported, "Your Highness, good news. The results are in. A third of the Bosatsu Trees planted three months ago have survived, and the survival rate has significantly increased. Your Highness, you’re incredible; you even predicted this outcome."

The person referred to as "Your Highness" wiped his face and stood up from the ground, "The situation of the Earth Vein is improving, so the increased survival rate is normal. But the area of this forest is still far from sufficient; at least it needs to expand tenfold to withstand the onslaught of sandstorms."

He has been stationed here with his people for fifty years, battling against the sandstorms for fifty years.

In the beginning, they painstakingly managed to get a batch of saplings to thrive, feeling quite happy, only to see them buried by a sandstorm soon after.

Half a year’s effort went down the drain.

Only in recent years, as the forest area has gradually expanded year by year, has this situation become less frequent. But it’s still not assured.

Every few years, the Dara Desert experiences a large-scale sandstorm, which is the real challenge.

"Your Highness, the next batch of saplings is already on the way. Is everything still as usual?" The middle-aged scholar inquired.

"Of course." The man nodded, "You know the process well, so I won’t give extra instructions. Just arrange it as you see fit."

This man, referred to as "Your Highness," is named "Wu Mingyuan," and he is a descendant of the current Emperor Longchang, titled "Prince Anjun."

He is also one of the two quasi-crown prince participants in this "Struggle of the Imperial Sons."

Gazing out at the distant Great Desert, Prince Anjun Wu Mingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, unable to help but fantasize, "This protective forest is just the beginning. What we need to do next is to continuously expand this protective forest. It won’t take a thousand years for the environment here to completely change; by then, this place will become fertile soil suitable for human habitation."

"The Great Desert is so vast. If we truly succeed, human habitation could expand greatly, and the population could experience explosive growth."

"It’s too difficult."

The middle-aged scholar couldn’t help but sigh at these words.

Your Highness has been stationed here for fifty years, and he has been here with Your Highness for fifty years. He is all too aware of the difficulties they have endured for this forest over the past fifty years.

It’s hard enough for a small forest, let alone a whole vast desert?

This is undoubtedly a long and arduous project.

Actually, with the methods of a Black Tortoise Cultivator, changing the landscape and environment within a certain range isn’t very difficult.

Even if it’s to construct a garden with small bridges and flowing water in this Great Desert, planting Spirit Flowers and Spirit Plants from different regions and varieties across the country, they are fully capable of accomplishing it.

After all, not only do they have Celestial Human Realm Cultivators with unique bloodlines, but they also have several Array Masters. Given time, careful matching and adjustment, setting up a small-range climate regulating array is completely feasible.

But this can only cover small areas, and the Great Desert is just too vast.

Moreover, this type of array, if not directly placed on a Spirit Vein, must rely on Spirit Stones to maintain, which incurs significant daily consumption. Relying on this method to transform the Great Desert is simply not feasible.

"So what if it’s hard? We have plenty of time, and we have the talent." Prince Anjun Wu Mingyuan spread his arms as if wanting to embrace the wilderness before him, "One day, I will turn this place into a rich, thousand-mile oasis where humanity can thrive and flourish!"

"One day, I will make water scarcity no longer a challenge for crop growth."

"One day, the grain produced here will surpass Qeng’an County, becoming the largest ’granary’ of Daqian!"

As he spoke, his eyes shimmered with a bright light. Despite the sand covering his face, making him look somewhat dusty, he seemed to emanate an inexplicable brilliance that moved everyone.

The middle-aged scholar and other subordinates around him, seeing him like this, felt a fire igniting in their hearts.

Turning their gaze toward the boundless desert, no wavering or uncertainty could be seen in their eyes anymore, leaving only boundless ambition determined to conquer it!

By now, it was already close to dusk.

The setting sun hung at the horizon, appearing exceptionally round and large, painting the surrounding sky a brilliant red,

The figures of a few people were frozen in the sunset, as if engraved in time, imbued with an indescribable charm.

At this moment.

A clear eagle’s cry suddenly echoed in the sky.

Simultaneously, a melodious female voice infused with anger called out, "Wu Mingyuan!"

"Qiengrui?"

Prince Anjun Wu Mingyuan was startled, and his boundless ambition vanished instantly.

He instinctively wanted to find a place to hide. However, the Bosatsu Trees around were all just saplings, barely taller than his waist, offering nowhere to conceal himself.

Or perhaps, he should run?

No way, no way~ Given her temperament, if he dared to flee, she’d surely make things worse when he returned, making it truly unmanageable...