In the Divine Martial Great World, dynasties stretched like a sea. Shi Lan traveled south, heading into a remote region.
The more prosperous and flourishing a dynasty was, the more temples it had, their incense smoke rising in thick curls.
In the Divine Martial Great World, only Daoism and Confucianism could stand against Buddhism. Shi Lan had originally hoped to find shelter with one of them, but she wasn't cut out for studying, while Daoism was far too mysterious. The methods of the Heavenly Secrets diviners were unfathomable; if she joined them, she feared they'd uncover even the color of the clothes she'd worn two days ago. The risk was too great.
Along the way, she came across ownerless spirit veins and immortal herbs growing in deadly places. She took them as she passed and moved them into the Qiong Luo Realm.
This amounted to stealing the Divine Martial Great World's origin, but Shi Lan felt no guilt. These spirit treasures had never belonged to the Divine Martial Great World in the first place.
The resources in this great world were so abundant that Shi Lan could hardly take it all in. The powerful factions might not care about such petty gains, but to her, they were already a considerable fortune.
The more one walked the night roads, the more likely one was to meet a ghost. Shi Lan encountered many conflicts during this period. The more remote the region, the more chaotic it seemed. In the corners beyond the reach of the top dynasties and factions, all manner of evil had taken root. Things weren't as bright and spotless as they appeared on the surface; the land was rife with campaigns and slaughter.
Only after she had seldom encountered any beings above the eighth rank did Shi Lan finally