[The cultivation of an empress starting from primitive tribes, farming and hegemony style, slow-burning infrastructure + training, relaxed and joyful]
Forced to travel to an ancient primitive plane, he was short of food and clothing, surrounded by dangers, the extreme cold was approaching, and he still had a daughter to raise who needed cultivation.
Song Ning hugged her cute Zaizai tightly and shouted: Oh my God!
She had no choice but to build walls high, store up supplies, and diligently fight against all forces and natural disasters.
There are endless jobs waiting for the Skeleton Tribe every day.
Song Ning blew the bone whistle and woke up the cattle and horses in each room.
As long as you can't do it to death, do it to death!
Let us go from primitive tribes to plane overlords.
The glory of the Lord of the World is still waiting for us!
Come on, comrades!
Be bigger and stronger and create brilliance together!
