Ever since word of the Three Calamities and Six Tribulations had spread,
the world had grown much calmer.
All the True Immortals whose tribulations were approaching devoted themselves entirely to secluded cultivation, building up their reserves in hopes of surviving.
As a result,
disputes among the Myriad Races naturally became much less frequent.
For the time that followed, Qin Shujian traveled among the Myriad Races.
Even he could no longer remember
whether ten thousand years had passed, or twenty thousand, or perhaps thirty or forty thousand.
In any case, he had left his footprints in almost every corner of his Inner World.
Among the Myriad Races,
he placed a weapon with every race that had not been wiped out, even the weakest of minor races, for them to worship and nurture into a powerful divine weapon.
However,
some minor races were unwilling.
But once Qin Shujian gave a small demonstration of his abilities, every unwilling race bowed down before him.
After all—
minor races were minor precisely because they were weak.
A mere Lower Third Tier True Immortal was no different from an ant before someone at the Dao Fruit level.
Coupled with the promises Qin Shujian offered, those minor races had no reason to refuse.
Ultimately,
forming a connection with a mysterious, powerful being was an extraordinary blessing for them.
"Every race in the world should have its own Ancestral Weapon by now!"
"No, it's a little too early to call them Ancestral Weapons. Some races have only just begun worshipping theirs, so they haven't reached the point of transformation yet. But the divine weapons I placed earlier have already begun transforming."
A faint smile rested on Qin Shujian's face.
He had left a strand of his intent on each of those divine weapons.
Thus,
he could immediately