In the past, the storms over the Sacred Land had not been very strong. The Devil Race could develop there and had no reason to pay attention to other races. But now, if the Super Spatial Storm over the Sacred Land did not subside, the Devil Race could not enter it. To obtain more resources, they would have no choice but to reach for the other races.
When that happened, every other race, including the Human Race, would face the Devil Race's threat. As part of the Human Race, the Glazed Sword Sect could not stay out of it.
The initiative was not in the Human Race's hands, so Fang Chen had no idea when the Devil Race might come. Faced with this situation, he could only seize every moment to strengthen himself and the Glazed Sword Sect.
Fang Chen had yet to meet the Qingtian Demon Emperor. But the emperor had united the Devil Race, led them in steadily establishing their foothold in the Sacred Land, and built so many Sacred Grounds. He was undoubtedly a prodigious genius. His own strength was beyond question, and he would be a terrifying foe.
"Sigh. I'd better stop thinking about all this for now!"
Fang Chen sighed inwardly and continued following Yue Canglan deeper into the Ninth Layer of the Chaos Pagoda.
The sky of the Ninth Layer was gray and hazy. Unlike the eight layers below it, which had Wind Origin and sunshine, blue skies, white clouds, and sunshine much like an ordinary world, this place had none of that.
There was no sun in the Ninth Layer. The land stretched as far as the eye could see, and though plants grew there, they were sparse and scattered, like those of the Gobi Desert.
After the time it took an incense