Is that a Wisp?

At the start, it seemed like it wouldn't take long. But in actuality, two years had already passed when everyone gathered at the starting island, tremendously exhausted.

"There are more than a million kilometers before any other continent came into our line of sight," the Seamstress said, plopping to the ground as she told all her experiences.

"The waters here only have demon beast fishes that are at the Godly Fusion Realm. The Godly Energy within the waters is too little to be worth nothing about. There isn't anything of value here," Zamura said.

"I sensed one hotspot for Godly Energy. It's located smack dab in the middle of this ocean stretch," Feifei told the others. "So, I feel like it would be the best location for us to set up our sect."

"This entire stretch of water is as peaceful as it can get. Plus, we are walled on all sides by mountain ranges that seem like they have no height limit. So, this is the perfect location for us to establish our sect." Feifei grinned, liking the place a lot, "We won't have any enemies to worry about. Plus, I can use my Monster Geckos to hunt in the ocean for food without any problems of the food supply ever running out. If necessary, they could also act as a food supply."

Right at this time, a second clone of Krune arrived, riding his Cloud Whale, saying, "I have been going about, placing my Land Incarnations everywhere while encompassing its maximum range. Even though it's a trickle of Godly Energy at present, it would eventually become a substantial amount."

He then said, "I'm almost done on my end as well. Give me a couple of days. I'll return by then."

"Alright, we'll rest until then," Zamura said as everyone straight up began to sleep in their respective positions.

A couple of days later, the clone on the island got up as the subspace appeared within it. Once it opened up its entrance, Krune walked out, sending out all his clones to explore and lay down Land Incarnations everywhere. He planned to encompass a massive area within his energy-gathering formation.

"Let's head towards the location you decided," Krune said, summoning his Cloud Whale that carried everyone, reaching a certain location after three months of nonstop travel.

"The ocean waters here are the deepest of them all," Zamura said once they had arrived at their destination. The spot wasn't any different from the other places, except for the density of the Godly Energy being slightly higher.

Then again, even this density was a tad weaker to the level of Godly Energy present in general on the Zamuria Continent. This was also one of the reasons why no sects established themselves in such places.

After all, there were no special resources, mining areas, or Danger Zones with special properties here. So, only a fool would establish a sect here. But, since any place with a rich resource reserve would have been occupied with sects that stood tall for tens of thousands of years with numerous immortals guarding it, they had no other choice but to settle here.

Still, they had an incomparable advantage in the fact that they possessed a Sub-Realm. It was enormous, the treasure prepared by the Gods, spanning a radius of a million kilometers. Moreover, the laws forming it were no different from those forming the God Realm.

So, they could break through within the Sub-Realm without any troubles. This was the advantage they possessed that no other sect had. At most, the Sub-Realms they possessed would be those created by the Primal God in charge of the sect, one refined through countless years by numerous generations of Sect Masters.

But at the end of the day, they were made by Primal Gods, not Gods themselves.

Moreover, they also had the body cultivation to their advantage. This was the reason Krune and Zamura talked about establishing a sect in such a barren region.

"Alright, take it out, Krune!" Zamura said, "I'll turn it into equipment."

"Alright," Krune said, handing over a spatial ring that he took out from his subspace. In it contained a pile of rock that he had taken from Layer 4—Epic Hell. It was the material he used to create Pestlor.

Zamura carefully took the lump of earth out of the spatial ring, watching it begin to expand as it sucked in all the Godly Energy from the surroundings.

"This is..." Zamuria was confused before she shuddered. "From Layer 4?"

Every region in Layer 4 conformed to a different setting. But in one way or another, they ensured using Godly Energy would cause disaster. So, Zamuria realized that Krune had brought this material with him.

"Yes." Krune laughed. "I also made a weapon out of it."

Zamura suddenly grinned while emanating a massive influx of Godly Energy, having activated his Spiritual Incarnation. He began to refine the lump of earth into a single disc, intending to create a base, a platform for the sect to be established upon.

He spent two days in the refinement process, carefully doing it while keeping the material suppressed all along. Eventually, he awakened its Spirit, a humanoid creature with brown fur and a pair of antlers on the forehead. "As the equipment spirit of our sect's landmass, you'll be addressed as Mountain Sect's Guardian Spirit."

"Yes, that is my pleasure." The Guardian Spirit made a respectful bow.

"Mountain Sect…" Krune frowned. "Why did you choose this name? There were better choices in the list I gave you."

"Well…" Zamura said after a thought. "It seemed like you were the most excited about this name. So I thought, why not? It feels basic but, at the same time, unique in the sense that no one would pick such a name. And, it represents a mountain, stable and tall, a perfect representation of our sect where everyone possesses bodies that would weigh as much as entire mountains in the future."

"I see…I see…" Krune nodded. "Indeed, as a name I recommended, it has such a detailed thought process and symbolism behind it. The Mountain Sect…huh. The more I think of it, the more I realize that my naming skills have already surpassed my knowledge."

"Am I a freaking genius?"