A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Throughout that month, Wang Ping spent most of his time sitting quietly atop Nine Profound Mountain, watching the clouds, or wandering leisurely through the mountains and waters of Jupiter, nurturing the humanity that had grown somewhat indifferent through prolonged sleep and cultivation with the warmth of the Mortal World and the pleasures of nature.
Yet across the entire Taiyan Sect, and indeed the broader Star Sea, the scene was utterly different.
Within the Taiyan Sect, Cultivators from every hall and department hurried about. The old scenes of discussing the Dao and expounding mysteries had greatly diminished, replaced by the frequent transport of supplies and the Spiritual Light of formations being inspected and repaired.
Floating vessels laden with resources constantly took off and landed. Teleportation formations leading to important strongholds everywhere operated at full capacity around the clock. A silent tension permeated the sect from top to bottom. Everyone understood that the True Lords' will would determine Taiyan Sect's future fate, and they had to be prepared for every possibility.
During this time, Vajra Temple continuously forged large flying vessels, while all its preachers spread across the Star Sea gathered in the Ecological Zone surrounding Venus.
The star regions controlled by Earth Cave Sect were even more silent, but rare artifact-forging materials were continuously sent into Saturn's depths. Clearly, they were hastening the refinement of war artifacts.
Linshui Prefecture, the Dragon Lord's stronghold, was even more rife with undercurrents. The restrictions on countless aquatic palaces had been fully activated, elite water clans under the Dragon Lord's command were deployed frequently, their patrol ranges visibly expanded, and a killing aura filled the vast waters.
Even on the front lines, the Demonic Cultivators had fallen eerily silent, coldly observing the movements of the Star