For those beings who left Mount Buzhou to join Di Jun, the Dao Protector Army did not obstruct them.
Dijiang had long issued a decree: Mount Buzhou was free to enter and leave; those whose hearts were not here gained nothing by being forcibly kept.
Over these hundred thousand years, although some beings had departed, those who remained were all seekers of the Dao who held absolute faith and a sense of belonging toward Dijiang and the others.
Moreover, as time passed, the fame of Mount Buzhou's teachings grew ever louder, drawing more rogue cultivators with unyielding temperaments and pure hearts devoted to the Dao to join them.
With some coming and others going, the number of beings at the foot of Mount Buzhou no longer experienced explosive growth, but their overall quality and cohesion had reached an exceedingly terrifying height.
Deep within Pangu Hall.
Dijiang sat cross-legged above a blood pool, silver Space Law and purple-black chaotic aura intertwining and flowing around him.
Before him floated countless blank talisman papers refined from all manner of rare divine metals and spiritwood.
"The Talisman Dao uses laws as ink and divine sense as a brush, sealing the mighty power of heaven and earth within a space no larger than a palm..."
Dijiang's eyes were half-closed as his fingers rapidly traced patterns through the air.
Mysterious divine inscriptions of the Space Law danced with his fingertips, precisely imprinting themselves upon those blank talisman papers.
Boom!
Suddenly, one talisman paper could not withstand the violent power of the Space Law and exploded, turning into a silver spatial tempest that ripped the surrounding void to shreds.
Dijiang frowned slightly and casually waved his hand, smoothing away the spatial tempest.
"Still not enough. The Space Law is far too tyrannical; ordinary materials simply cannot