A fraction of a moment later, the tiny drop of water suddenly transformed into an old woman, who then stared at the sky a few moments later.

At this moment, an invisible cage suddenly appeared around the small world the old woman was residing in.

"It looks like it will be a while before I can stretch out my bones once again," mumbled the old woman as she looked at the invisible cage with a melancholic look on her face.

...

A few moments after the Heavenly Dao restricted fighting in the Three Thousand Regions, the Regions themselves slowly began regenerating.

After being cleaned up by an enourmous wave of bugs, as well as the aftermath that followed in the following years, over thirty percent of the territory Three Thousand Regions had been cleaned of all life.

As such, from now on, the Heavenly Dao would have to work very hard to help it's body once again heal and return to its full strength.

But although this matter was very important, the Heavenly Dao then turned it's attention to something that was much more pressing at the moment.

A moment later, the Heavenly Dao then turned it's full attention towards the Three Thousand Regions, searching for something or rather, some beings.

At this moment, Xu Lanfeng suddenly raised her head as an extremely overpowering voice appeared in her mind.

After thinking for a few moments, Xu Lanfeng let out a silent sigh before nodding.

"Since they reside in the Three Thousand Regions, they should at least have contributed somewhat," mumbled Xu Lanfeng as she looked in the distance.

...

As the discussion between Xu Lanfeng and the Heavenly Dao was taking place, life continued on in the three thousand regions.

Right now, most cultivators and factions were still recovering from what had happened over a decade age, as this tiny amount of time was definitely not enough for them to do much.

Of course, some clans were still more active than others.

Looking at the large mountain in front of him, which was completely enveloped by an orange formation, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile.

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"Come out of your turtle shell, cowards Yuan rats," shouted Qin Feng as he stared at the mountain in front of him.

Although inside of the formations, although rage was brewing in the faces of the Yuan Clan cultivators, they still did not dare to do anything, still silently bearing the taunting of their former rival, the Qin Clan.

In the past, for over five thousand years, the Qin and Yuan clan had always been rivals, openly or secretly fighting against each as much as they could.

Even though these two clans were originally evenly matched, sadly for the Yuan Clan, both their patriarch and three of their Grand Elders died in battle fifteen years ago.

Seeing this, the Qin clan, who managed to keep most of it's strength, swept in and dealt the Yuan clan a ruthless blow, leaving the Yuan clan only one option, to hide inside of their formation until the clan produces another powerful cultivator.

Hearing no response, Qin Feng let out a sigh before turning to the Qin Clan cultivators standing nearby.

"Has the mining started yet?" asked Qin Feng as he gazed at the Qin Clan cultivator.

"Don't worry Elder Feng, the Spirit Stone mining has been fully restarted in the vast majority of the mines, as for the few that are still not ready for mining, we should get them up and running in at most a few years," said the Qin Clan cultivator as he looked at Qin Feng, slightly shaking.

"That's good news, you don't need to care about keeping the mine running long-term, you just need to make sure to mine as much as possible at the moment," said Qin Feng as he looked at the cultivator, feeling quite satisfied with the progress on this front.

"Understood Elder Feng," said the cultivator before flying away.

For a few moments, Qin Feng stood alone, staring at the Yuan Clan formation which was lighting up the sky in front of him.

'While the Yuan clan is turtled up like this, we can at least hide a few more branches of the clan far away,' thought Qin Feng as he flew away.

Usually, when the Yuan Clan, the Qin Clan would not dare try to hide some of their branches away in some other land, knowing that it was meaningless trying to hide from each other.

Of course, this also went the other way, as the Yuan Clan also had some branches hidden in areas away from view.

In fact, this was part of the reason Qin Feng did not try to truly assault the Yuan Clan and get rin of a relentless enemy, as rather than destroying the Yuan Clan, exposing the Clan's trump card and leaving remnants that hated them everywhere, Qin Feng would much rather increase the foundation of the clan.

Suddenly, a token in Qin Feng's spatial ring lit up, prompting him to turn his attention to it.

As soon as he heard the words of the person on the other side, Qin Feng's eyes couldn't help but become bloodshot.

"Were any of the young disciples harmed?" asked Qin Feng as he got on a large gourd and began flying away.

...

At the same time in another location.

Looking at the large pile of spatial rings sitting on the deck of the void ship, Ling Fan couldn't help but slightly sigh.

"It seems as though you got quite a haul, it looks like that Qin clan was quite rich," mumbled Ling Fan as he saw Ling Yun pour some more spatial rings over the pile.

"That's true, It looks like they made quite a fortune recently," mumbled Ling Yun as she began looking through the spatial ring.

...

The moment Qin Feng appeared, he immediately stared at the group of around one hundred young Qin Clan disciples, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as he saw that they were fine and not hurt.

"Thankfully it was just a thief," mumbled Qin Feng as he continuously examined the disciples, not even caring that much about the treasure that was stolen.