After just half a year of development, the White Land of the Third-Layer World had become extraordinarily lively.
Large numbers of Golden Core Cultivators brought safe zones over from one safe stronghold after another, piecing together new safe strongholds in the White Land to bolster the foundations of humanity's cultivators.
These safe-zone strongholds could serve as excellent places for human cultivators to rest and take refuge.
Originally, in the Third-Layer World, five or six safe zones were enough to form a stronghold.
But after the many cultivators arrived and discovered the ten-thousand-li White Land, a brief discussion ended with all of them setting down the small safe zones they had brought.
In just half a year, an enormous safe stronghold comprising fifty or sixty zones had taken shape, with Wang Quan's safe zone at its heart.
And so many small safe zones had appeared for one reason alone:
Wang Quan's safe zone possessed a special power-it could uproot the evil from the deepest recesses of cultivators' bodies, saving them vast sums of money.
Only...
"What bastard made these rules?"
"One rest, one cleansing of evil, and we have to reinforce the safe zone with twenty million strands of Dharma Power? Or a hundred thousand recitations of the [People-Crossing Scripture]?"
"They're fucking working us like livestock!"
A Dao Seal Golden Core cultivator who had traveled a long way and stopped to rest wore an ugly expression.
The other Golden Core Cultivators consoled him. "Brother, look on the bright side. If you've mastered the [People-Crossing Scripture], all you need to do is grow some extra mouths and chant the scripture with them together."
"Put your back into it, and eighty or a hundred rounds will do."
The Dao Seal Golden Core cultivator sighed. "True enough. Beneath another man's eaves, you have no