Unfortunately, the Spatial Storm that erupted from the Sacred Land thousands of years ago had destroyed those camps.
Qiankun Holy Land and the other major powers of the Human Race had spent years building them at tremendous cost in labor and resources. Once they were destroyed, they had no way to rebuild camps like those anytime soon.
Now that the Spatial Storm had receded, the Devil Race was the only race with its own camp in the Sacred Land. It had grown stronger than many other races.
With a dedicated camp, Devil Race cultivators could train in the Sacred Land for long periods. In recent years, great numbers of Devil Saints had emerged, and Devil Race experts could be found almost everywhere in the Sacred Land.
Those experts looked poised to seize the entire Sacred Land.
Fang Chen's formation was not only powerful; he could set it up at a moment's notice. That was what made it so extraordinary. Wherever he went, he could arrange it to suit his needs.
With this formation, the Saints of the Glazed Sword Sect had no need to return to the landing point for their tribulations.
Earlier, many in Saint Ziwei's party had been unwilling to return there. They had chosen to set up simple formations and take their chances instead. Only half had succeeded. The other half had been reduced to ash beneath the Heavenly Tribulation.
After seeing such poor odds, many others in Saint Ziwei's party no longer dared attempt a tribulation. They wanted to wait until they returned to the Barbaric Continent, or pay to undergo one at the mountain ascent point.
Now the other Saints saw how high the Glazed Sword Sect's success rate was, and envy stirred in their hearts. Some were tempted to ask.
Moon Saint said to