Vanished for a Millennium, How Did My Dilapidated Sect Become a Sacred Site?
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Author:The remaining snow of the illusory East
Gu Changyuan crossed over to the cultivation world and awakened a Sect Development System. His starting gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way.
He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples.
But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins.
There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter.
Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years.
When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style.
Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples.
But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins.
There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter.
Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years.
When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style.
Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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