Meanwhile, Tai Pei'er had likewise been sent into the Blessed Land by her ancestor's Divine Powers.
As she crossed the Blessed Land's threshold, the familiar dizziness washed over her, and then her body slipped beyond her control.
Fortunately, Tai Pei'er had prepared for this. She had wrapped herself in three layers of protective talismans beforehand, so she relaxed and stopped resisting, allowing her Spirit Sense to sink into chaos.
An unknown amount of time passed before a speck of light struck the ground with a dull thud.
Tai Pei'er abruptly regained consciousness and hurriedly flew into the air to survey her surroundings.
After a brief look, she understood where she was:
This is... near the outer three gates, more or less where I landed in my previous life.
The talismans had proved reasonably sturdy. Only one of the three layers of Mystic Shield around her had shattered. Tai Pei'er dispersed the spiritual radiance and slowly descended to the ground.
The Blessed Land should be divided into the inner and outer three gates. The inheritances around the outer three gates are scattered, all belonging to minor sects and small temples. Most have nothing particularly worthwhile. To win a real opportunity, I'll have to venture farther in.
Still, fortune and calamity lean on each other... it isn't entirely without its advantages.
Tai Pei'er recalled her former self and silently weighed the matter.
Although the outer three gates had little of value, competition was scarce as well. Most of the surviving inheritances also had no Spirit Arrays guarding them. With enough patience, finding things was practically a matter of lowering one's head and rummaging around.
The quality of the cultivation resources one obtained varied wildly, however. It all depended on heaven's will.
That was exactly what had happened to Tai Pei'er last time.