Fang Ling left the Chuan Clan tribe and headed north without stopping for a moment.
He had nearly destroyed the entire Chuan Clan tribe, so one could imagine how furious Chuan Ning must be.
Therefore, the only thing he needed to do now was to escape, as far as possible.
He used the Divine Movement Step without regard for the cost, traveling at extreme speed for three days and three nights!
He left the Miao Territory in the shortest time possible, crossed the desolate place, and returned to the Blood Marsh.
It had been more than three years since he headed south.
The Blood Marsh had changed dramatically and had completely become the territory of the Tianluo Sect.
Tianqing City, which originally did not belong to the top nine cities, had now become the most prosperous place in the Blood Marsh.
The headquarters of the Tianluo Sect was now set up in Tianqing City.
As soon as the Nether Beast sensed his presence, it immediately came out and affectionately rubbed its head against him.
Three years had passed, and the Nether Beast was still in the early Alioth Realm.
For demons, the speed of strength improvement was quite slow, so it was normal for there to be no significant change in three years.
“Greetings, Sect Master!” At this moment, Mr. Mo and others also appeared.
Compared to the Nether Beast, their progress was greater.
Especially Mr. Mo and Feng Feiyan, who had been transformed by the Blood Crystal.
Mr. Mo had somehow obtained a fortuitous encounter and broke through to the early Alioth Realm.
Feng Feiyan had also advanced a small level, reaching the Great Perfection of the Megrez Realm.
“Three years without seeing you, Sect Master, and your presence is even more impressive than before!” Mr. Mo praised.
Fang Ling smiled slightly, “You all haven’t disappointed me either; your strength has improved a lot.”
“But now is not the time for idle chat. I have provoked a very strong enemy, so gather all the disciples quickly.”
“I will first send you to a safe place to avoid the storm.”
“Oh, and have everyone bring their families along, so there will be no worries.”
With the power of the Heavenly Dao Sect, it was only a matter of time before they found out about his connection with the Tianluo Sect.
He had invested some effort in them and did not want them to become cannon fodder.
Hearing this, Mr. Mo and the others quickly retreated to gather their subordinates.
The next day, a million cultivators gathered, along with their families, totaling nearly two million people.
Although the number was large, it was nothing for Tianqing City, which had already been expanded once.
This city could now accommodate at least ten million people.
When he left three years ago, the sect had just over a hundred thousand followers.
Now, three years later, the disciples of the Tianluo Sect had exceeded a million.
This was because Mr. Mo and the others had intentionally controlled the scale of the Tianluo Sect and strictly scrutinized the disciples joining the sect.
Otherwise, the Tianluo Sect would have at least five million members by now.
However, compared to five million rabble, Fang Ling preferred the million elite in front of him.
“Greetings, Sect Master!” A million cultivators knelt in unison.
The massacre Fang Ling had committed in the Blood Marsh back then still struck fear into people’s hearts.
These followers who joined later both respected and feared him.
“Rise!” Fang Ling said calmly.
“Since you are willing to follow me, I will grant you an opportunity.”
“Next, I will send you to a place with an abundance of cultivation resources.”
“You will all be able to enjoy them, and apart from cultivating, you won’t need to do anything else!”
Not only the new followers but even the earliest followers of Fang Ling were skeptical.
What Fang Ling said was too outrageous to believe.
But they had no other choice; after joining the sect, everyone had to cultivate the auxiliary scripture of the Tianluo Divine Art.
Everyone’s life and death were in Fang Ling’s hands, and even if he ordered them to climb a mountain of swords or plunge into a sea of fire, they had to grit their teeth and do it.
However, Fang Ling was not joking with them. He stepped into the air, walking step by step to the sky above Tianqing City.
Then he clasped his hands together, and a Buddhist wheel rose behind him.
The Buddha’s light shone, illuminating everyone’s faces, making them feel warm.
At the edge of Tianqing City, the Saramita Realm rose, enveloping the entire city.
Fang Ling was not going to blood-refine them but was using the second state of the Saramita Realm.
As one of the ten great divine powers of the Buddhist sect, the Saramita Realm was not just a trapping barrier.
It could also evolve into a small world, known as a Buddha’s kingdom.
However, with Fang Ling’s current realm, he could not evolve much space.
So he had to encompass the entire Tianqing City, directly swallowing it and making it a part of the Saramita Realm.
Once the Saramita Realm began to transform into a world, it could not be reversed.
In the future, if he wanted to use the Saramita Realm to trap enemies, he would have to consider whether it would affect the things in this small world.
The trapped people still couldn’t get out, but they could attack the living beings already in this small world.
Rumble, the ground began to shake.
The Saramita Realm started to devour in all directions, merging Tianqing City into it.
“Collect!” Fang Ling shouted softly, and the Saramita Realm retracted into his body.
Along with Tianqing City and the million disciples of the Tianluo Sect, they now indirectly became a part of him.
He raised his hand, turned his wrist, and a golden sphere appeared in his palm.
This was the shrunken Saramita Realm, and as he looked closely, he could still see Tianqing City inside.
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Inside the Saramita Realm, the disciples of the Tianluo Sect were all amazed.
Even the weakest among them could feel that they had left the original world and entered a small world.
Controlling space was something only immortals could do.
“The Sect Master’s power is truly becoming more terrifying, creating a small world with a wave of his hand,” Mr. Mo said in shock.
Yun Shuiqing and the others beside him also marveled in amazement.
At this moment, a voice echoed in the Saramita Realm, it was Fang Ling speaking.
“No outsiders can enter this world, so you can cultivate here in peace.”
The Saramita Realm was a world created by his divine power, so he was the absolute ruler here.
The living beings here would naturally develop a fervent worship of him, seeing him as the true lord.
Then Fang Ling took out the Heavenly Spirit Tree he had dug up from the Chuan Clan tribe and transplanted it to the center of Tianqing City.
This spirit tree had lived for a million years and had already developed some spirituality.
Sensing that this was a newly born small world, it might be able to take root here and become the World Tree!
As this small world grew stronger, it would also rise with it, becoming a supreme being.
Therefore, after being transplanted by Fang Ling, it released its spiritual energy as much as possible, far more and purer than when it was in the Chuan Clan tribe.
This was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for Fang Ling. The Saramita Realm was already much smaller than the Chuan Clan tribe.
Now, with the Heavenly Spirit Tree releasing more spiritual energy, the spiritual energy level of the Saramita Realm reached a terrifying degree.
“My goodness, the spiritual energy here is even denser than in the Gathering Spirit Array!”
“This divine tree, I wonder where the Sect Master found it, it’s so extraordinary.”
“Fortunately, I decisively abandoned my original cultivation method and switched to the Tianluo Divine Art, becoming a disciple of the Tianluo Sect. Otherwise, how could I have such an opportunity…”
The originally anxious disciples of the Tianluo Sect were now cheering excitedly.
For cultivators, having such a place to cultivate was like a dream.
“I also have some cultivation resources here.”
“Two Ghostly Emissaries, you are responsible for distributing them, so that every disciple gets a share.”
Then it started raining spirit stones from the sky, falling like they were free.
After the spirit stones, there were various pills, Soul-Nourishing Tea, magical treasures, and more…
These were the spoils he had accumulated since he started his journey.
Of course, the majority came from the resources of the Chuan Clan tribe.
The Chuan Clan tribe was a large tribe with billions of people, with a heritage of millions of years.
The foundation of such a behemoth was self-evident.
Even if these million disciples did nothing but cultivate every day, the resources Fang Ling was throwing out now would be enough for them for hundreds or even thousands of years!
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