Chapter 511

Chapter 511: Major Merits Accomplished

Though resentful about his treatment, Fang Lie remained pleased with his immense gains.

Every few days, he ventured deeper to reposition the altar, each relocation yielding multiple demon weapon tribes.

Rewards multiplied as they progressed inward – from initial two waves to four or five, with tribe sizes expanding.

After two months, mere millions of miles from the spatial crack, movement became nearly impossible.

Merely establishing the Space Channel provoked immediate attacks. Minimal baiting summoned endless waves – fresh hordes emerging before prior ones finished entering. Each wave numbered 200,000-300,000 demon weapons, their Leaders growing fiercer.

Thankfully, the Mo Sect’s Bagua Formation proved equal to the task. At peak capacity, over a million demon weapons formed metallic hills, overwhelming the original thousand cultivators until tripled reinforcements arrived.

The sect’s abundant manpower allowed even Fire Tribulation Immortals to join under pretexts, secretly coveting these prizes while pretending to assist juniors.

Thus Mo Sect members endured sweet agony – bone-weary yet craving prolonged operations for greater profits. Fang Lie shared this sentiment, personally claiming thirty percent of all gains.

But finite numbers prevailed. After three months capturing millions, demon weapons vanished completely.

Mo Qianxun theorized their Demonic Realm source had been drained. Remaining groups in the Central World likely roamed distant regions, but sealing the spatial crack took priority over further hunting.

Summoning Fang Lie post-crisis, Mo Qianxun declared: "My divine sense through the White Bone World-Breaking Gate detects no demon weapon concentrations within two million miles of the spatial crack. Proceed with sealing."

"Two million mile perception?!" Fang Lie gaped.

"Don’t exaggerate," Mo Qianxun chuckled. "True Cultivators might achieve that. I merely sense absence of concentrated Demonic Energy – a crude approximation. If wrong, you die. Hence this dangerous solo mission."

"But I can’t seal spatial cracks!"

"Prepared for that." Mo Qianxun produced a fist-sized crystal orb. "My Sealing Orb. Insert it into the rift for remote closure and reopening. Future hunts made convenient!"

Snatching the orb, Fang Lie soared through the White Bone World-Breaking Gate. His Flying Boat then carried him two days across the Central World to discover the rift.

The fissure lay hidden within hundred-zhang trees of a primordial forest, concealed in a knife-thin valley showing only slivered sky from its thousand-zhang depths. Demonic Energy’s corrosive leakage betrayed its location through surrounding vegetation decay.

Boldly descending, Fang Lie confronted the wound-like spatial crack spanning dozens of zhang. Golden swastika scriptures surrounded it, their faint lightning arcs revealing Great Thunder Sound Temple’s Dao magic. Though no Buddhist scholar, Fang Lie recognized these texts actively sustained the rift against natural spatial healing via Heavenly Dao laws.

In this place, the spatial laws were extremely firm. They would never permit the formation of a spatial crack, let alone allow it to persist. Without doubt, those bald devils from the Great Thunder Sound Temple were behind this.

From the traces left behind, Fang Lie could tell the spatial crack had been forcibly opened through their special methods and was being artificially maintained to prevent closure.

Seeing this, Fang Lie’s anger flared. He shouted, "Those damned bald devils! They promised fair transactions but secretly sabotaged what they gave me – how utterly shameless! Bird Bro, I won’t swallow this insult! I must make them pay!"

Old Bird snorted dismissively. "Think you’re important? Sure, you’re strong enough now to challenge ordinary Fire Tribulation Immortals with your altar and divine skills. But so what? The Great Thunder Sound Temple could send a hundred cultivators to crush you instantly. Believe that?"

"Of course I believe you," Fang Lie retorted. "But what does it matter? Push me too far and I’ll take them on! How about reclaiming the Eighteen Arhats?"

"Dreaming?" Old Bird snapped. "Those are the Temple’s prized treasures. You can’t reclaim them through talk, and forceful methods would provoke full-scale war between Mo Sect and the Temple. Want to die? Or start a sect war?"

"Neither!" Fang Lie grinned wolfishly. "I’ll make them choke on their losses in silence!"

He produced the Thunder Sound Golden Bell token – a precious item equivalent to the Kunlun Sword Token or Mo Token, granting one command over the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

Old Bird looked startled, then sighed. "If seeking revenge, don’t target the Eighteen Arhats. Damaged by Heavenly Tribulations, they’re unusable for millennia. Demand something else."

"Like what?" Fang Lie asked. "I don’t know their resources well. More innate great five elements nascent fetuses would be perfect!"

"How should I know their vaults?" Old Bird chuckled. "Ask Sect Leader Mo – that Old Fox knows everyone’s secrets."

"True! That cunning fox knows all about others’ treasures. I’ll ask him later. First, let’s finish our task!" Fang Lie tossed Mo Qianxun’s crystal ball onto the crack.

The crystal erupted in radiant light, weaving a glowing net over the spatial crack.

Semi-Immortal power proved formidable – the light net instantly sealed the crack, blocking all Demonic Energy leakage.

Fang Lie exhaled in relief. "Three months’ work finally done! But is this flimsy-looking net actually secure?"

"Absolutely," Old Bird assured. "A Semi-Immortal’s work guarantees eight to ten years of safety unless a Supreme True Demon intervenes. More than enough time to build permanent defenses."

"Fair enough." Fang Lie nodded. "My part’s done. The rest is their problem!"

He flew out, deployed his altar on flat ground, and activated the White Bone World-Breaking Gate. As the Space Channel opened, he zipped back to report: "Sealed the crack near the exit! Send the next team!"

Mo Qianxun beamed. Without prior sealing, the gate’s activation would have alerted demonic forces across the crack. Now they could work undisturbed.

The sect leader waved commandingly. "Move out!"

Thousands of cultivators streamed through the channel to construct a fortress guarding the crack, setting early-warning formations against distant demon weapon hordes.

Ignoring the bustle, Fang Lie approached Mo Qianxun grinning. "Sect Leader, got a question for you!"