Source Arts formations to Seal Heaven and Lock Earth were inscribed all around the courtyard where Qin Tian lived.
Beside a babbling stream sat a mountain, contained within a Sumeru Mustard Seed formation.
The mountain's actual volume was ten times greater than it appeared. It was made entirely of piled-up Source, a dazzling expanse whose brilliance made even Qin Tian's eyes sting slightly-the radiance of a vast quantity of vital essence.
Immense life essence filled the air. A single casual breath was enough to let someone open their Bitter Sea, excavate their Life Spring, and construct their Divine Bridge.
This was Qin Tian's haul for the third month. Thirty-two sacred lands and ancient families had delivered a full sixty million pounds of Source.
Only a handful of sacred lands had responded in the first month, with most waiting and watching. In the second month, after seeing Qin Tian pay out dividends, the sacred lands began joining in one after another.
Now it was the third month.
Over these three months, the Black Emperor had also used the enormous amount of Source they had swindled to break through to the Four Extremes Realm after taking a round of lightning strikes.
Afterward, he had gone out for a stroll, full of swagger.
As a result, many sacred lands' holy sons had returned to their sacred lands through Domain Gates to cultivate that very day.
Qin Tian could have figured out with his toes that this had to be the Black Emperor's handiwork.
This fellow had always loved helping others, teaching them to find courage after knowing shame.
Even if that shame had been brought upon them by the Black Emperor himself.
That mouth of his-no, his entire canine being existed to mock others.
Seeing that even the Black Emperor had broken