Is that a Wisp?

"Did something happen, big sis? Why are you depressed?" Krune asked using a clone.

"You see…" Sterlena said after some time, inhaling a deep breath. "When this supercontinent was forming, it had taken the characteristics of the strongest of the Mountain Sect, as we were the victors of the war and now own the supercontinent. So, regions bearing such characteristics appeared."

"Yes." Krune nodded.

"So, I was excited, thinking that a region suitable to the True Spirits would finally appear," Sterlena said as her eyes turned moist. "However, I'm unable to sense it."

"You can sense such things?" Krune frowned. "The Turia Supercontinent is too vast. We have yet to explore more than a tenth of the area. So I'm sure the place you're seeking would be around somewhere."

"No…" Sterlena shook her head. "As the destruction of the Laws that birthed True Spirits was destroyed through me, I gained the ability to sense such things. I can see that the damage hasn't recovered, even in this newly formed supercontinent."

She continued, depressed, "True Spirits cannot be born in the God Realm yet. The Laws regarding Wisps wasn't much damaged, so they would at least be birthed naturally on the Turia Continent."

"Isn't my Land Incarnation birthing True Spirits, though?" Krune said after a moment of thought. "Let me see if I can do something about it."

"You have a solution?" Sterlena's eyes slowly widened as there was a flash of hope in them, gazing at Krune.

"It might not be possible on the Turia Continent, but I can indeed do something about it in the Mountain Sect Sub-Realm," Krune said. "After all, a True Spirit is being birthed there once every two decades. So, I'll only have to increase their numbers, right?"

"Plus, I think once you become a God, the laws of the God Realm would naturally heal themselves, allowing True Spirits to be birthed all over it naturally once again," Krune concluded. "Those other Gods are also trying to revive the dead Gods and heal the God Realm. So, things would eventually turn for the better."

"Hah!" Sterlena slapped her cheeks, waking herself up as she nodded. "This isn't the time to be moping about. I'll work on my race's revival."

"Thanks, Krune," Sterlena said, strength returning to her voice. "But I'll do it myself. That's the least I can do since it was through me that my race was destroyed."

"Besides, True Spirits cannot only be birthed in the God Realm. As for the Godly Path Realm and the Mortal Realm, there's still a faint possibility. So, I'll work from there." She spoke next, gazing at Krune. "I feel that's the reason your Land Incarnation is able to birth True Spirits. Since your origin isn't from the God Realm, but the lower realms where the Laws related to a True Spirit's birth isn't fully destroyed yet."

Saying her piece, Sterlena vanished as the clone was left alone. Krune was unable to determine where she had gone, for none of his clones were able to determine her whereabouts for the time being.

Sighing, he could only continue with his word. Now that he had finished creating the Wisp City, he had to focus on the other cities.

The primary importance of this task was to erect teleportation formations in every city. This way, it would be easy to deploy troops whenever necessary or to facilitate the exchange of goods and information.

Simply traveling throughout the continent conventionally would take forever. And, they couldn't just call it a day after erecting one teleportation formation, but there should be enough to facilitate a large enough traffic.

As a blacksmith with thousands of clones, he was the perfect man for this task. A lot of clones were working nonstop in his subspace, forging gigantic teleportation formations, including the building it was set up within.

Following the blueprint Feifei had given, he also laid down countless formations on the building itself, ensuring it was strong enough to defend against any attacks. All the materials used in its construction were of top-notch quality, even capable of defending against Elementary Gods to a certain extent.

Anything beyond wasn't possible, as the cost of creating such buildings would bankrupt the Mountain Sect. After all, materials capable of withstanding attacks from Primal Gods were rare and cost a fortune.

The fact that they were making these buildings to be able to withstand attacks from Elementary Gods themselves strained their pockets. After all, tens of thousands of cities were beginning to crop up one after another.

Thankfully, the cities that were already being established used their incoming workforce to mine for suitable materials nearby that they transacted with other cities.

This way, a trade relation was established as the cities transacted with one another. Until the teleportation formations were working, Krune's clones were used as the medium to transfer goods and people.

After all, his subspace was able to transfer from one clone to another within a second. And even from the farthermost locations in the Turia Supercontinent, the distance only took a second at most. So, it was the fastest mode of transportation.

Since a clone was stationed in every city, this was possible.

However, this was also placing a massive strain and drain on Krune as he was beginning to use up all the Godly Energy stored in the subspace that his cultivation lotus had produced over the years. And now, he was running out of Godly Energy, with his consumption exceeding the Cultivation Lotus's production.

To solve this issue, Krune had placed his Land Incarnation in many locations within the Mountain Sect Sub-Realm, where they absorbed the ambient Godly Energy and created Pseudo-Wisps.

A clone stationed there transported them all into the subspace at regular intervals. But even that was proving to be insufficient as he was just performing way too many tasks.

"I never thought I would face a shortage of Godly Energy once again." Krune sighed as he went through the list of things that he had to do, feeling his head spin as the workload continued to increase.

Of course, he wasn't alone. Every member of the Mountain Sect was the same, overworked. Even the mortals were overworked due to their enthusiasm of finally obtaining their own homes once again.

But, as if to mock their efforts, their enemy arrived, someone that they had been expecting to arrive after one more decade.

They came, knocking on the doorsteps of the Turia Supercontinent, bringing forth with them the entirety of their sect's power, a force that had stabilized itself over ruling four continents.

The Mist Sect came crashing!