Time flows like sand through one's fingers, slowly passing with the changing of days and nights in the Spirit Realm, and in the blink of an eye, decades have gone by.
During these decades, Chen Sheng traveled across the land.
From the miasma-laden toxic marshes in the south, the blade-like snowy peaks in the north, to the sandstorm-engulfed oasis in the western desert...
Every time a branch of the Chen Clan migrated, he personally oversaw it, his Primordial Spirit spreading like a tide over hundreds of thousands of miles.
He meticulously mapped out the hidden Spirit Vein nodes in the region, the middle and small powers that could be aligned with, and the dangerous restrictions lurking in the shadows.
Ultimately, he chose for his offspring a foundation that was easy to defend and hard to attack, with stable Spirit Veins, and set up an array to ensure they could root themselves securely.
