Things were a little better in the Western Regions. The Buddhist Kingdom had always stood alone at the top there, and even now, the Buddhist Land remained its domain.
Before the storm, Spiritual Qi had been scarce in the Buddhist Kingdom, and most of its territory was Gobi Desert and wasteland. But everything had changed. The storm had transformed the terrain and climate of the Western Wilderness. Places once barren now brimmed with Spiritual Qi, with treasures everywhere. And since the Buddhist Kingdom alone dominated the Western Regions, it was fair to say it had emerged as the Human Race's greatest winner from this Heaven-and-Earth Upheaval.
The Buddhist Kingdom's followers were devout and fiercely loyal to the Great Sun Buddha Lord. Whatever treasures they found, they handed over without holding anything back.
As a result, the already wealthy Buddhist Kingdom saw its treasury swell overnight.
The cultivators of the Central Barrens also knew the Western Wilderness was now strewn with treasures, but none dared go there. They feared the Buddhist Kingdom.
Instead, they flocked to the Northern Wilderness. It had once been the territory of top powers such as the North Nether Sect, the Qiankun Holy Land, and Heavenly Talisman Mountain, but those powers had since moved to the Southern Wastes. Even if they wanted to return and gather treasures, they could not act that quickly.
Fang Chen was still cultivating inside the Stone. He had spent five hundred years hacking away with the Floating Immortal Sword. His strength had grown tremendously in that time, yet his Cultivation still had not reached a bottleneck.
Little Crane had spent those five hundred years asleep in Fang Chen's arms. Its strength had long since recovered, and its body had grown larger and rounder. The Runes covering it looked denser, too.
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