Divisions of the Eight Prohibitions, Rebuilding the Sacred Body (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

"There's no one around. Perfect for cultivating."

"I doubt anyone would imagine I'd run off to the Western Desert."

Qin Tian had something of a headache.

Once that bunch in the Divine City discovered that the so-called merchant association was a scam, they would absolutely turn the entire Eastern Wasteland upside down to find Qin Tian and light a sky lantern with his soul.

Whether they recovered the Source hardly mattered. The main thing was winning back their lost face.

A bunch of holy land bigwigs had been played in the palm of a greenhorn's hand. That was clearly nothing to boast about.

But they could rack their brains to pieces and never imagine that Qin Tian had already fled to the Western Desert, because even Qin Tian himself could have racked his brains to pieces without imagining he would end up here!

In principle, a Profound Jade Platform had a teleportation limit. Clearly, traveling from the Eastern Wasteland to the Western Desert, with the Central Province between them, went far beyond that limit.

"No idea how Black Emperor managed it."

Had he outdone himself while drunk?

It was possible. After all, he had once been a Great Saint. His perception of the Great Dao was beyond anything Qin Tian could match.

Qin Tian took ten million jin of Source from his Storage Bag and placed it in his Bitter Sea.

With a thought from Qin Tian, the Source Stones split open on the spot. Almost tangible Life Essence became a waterfall plunging from the highest heavens, pouring wholesale into his Bitter Sea. Endless Life Essence clashed with the deathly still Bitter Sea.

Rumble!

In an instant, the golden Bitter Sea, which had originally seemed faintly illusory, roared like collapsing mountains and surging seas. Vast quantities of Life Essence surged