While the Champions Tournant was taking place in Dry City, Callie was on the Divine Continent, back in her old sect.
After two weeks since her return to the Spiritual World, she had created a Spatial Kingdom for her people, strengthened space regions like this one in the Central Continent and heard from her fellow sect mbers what the last few years had been like.
Callie was already aware of the most important things that had happened to the Spiritual World and The Adamant Land, since she had spent a year in The Adamant Land and had heard many things from the people she had interacted with there. She was now more interested in hearing the side of her fellow sect mbers, but also in helping to strengthen the area.
She had now been spending six hours of every day in her old sect helping to correct the problems with her fellow sect mbers' fighting techniques and thods. The rest of the day, she was supporting the mainland forces in improving structures, carrying out reconstruction plans more quickly and providing her knowledge.
Vico had hardly been to the Divine Continent during his year in the Spiritual World, leaving it to Callie to complete. So she was available to help the land for the more than a month she planned to stay there.
However short a month was, it should be more than enough for her. As large as the Divine Continent was, after all the tragedy of the War of the Worlds, this area now had a population of only 50 million.
Besides these many inhabitants, there were only a small handful of high-level cultivators that it was worth her attempting to tip off, and there weren't many plans for developnt.
As such, apart from what she had been doing in her own sect, the remaining ti she had already invested in helping the continent had already been enough for her to do many things, having helped more than half of the cities on the continent today.
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As she looked around the central hall of her sect full of laughter and light-hearted comnts, Callie leaned back against the seat of her chair, holding a goblet in one of her hands as she smiled.
The table was full of fragrant and warm dishes, with delicious appearances, she could see her sect 'sisters' enjoying themselves and truly experiencing life.
The weakest was at level 85, while the strongest was at level 96. But regardless of their levels, they were all living in harmony, growing one day after the other.
Callie now felt a sense of accomplishnt, pleased to see her sect doing so well, even after her departure.
Her sect had suffered during the war and had almost been wiped out. Fortunately, they had survived and were now thriving in the central lands of the Divine Continent.
As she smiled, watching her people, Callie had the slot that the Stuart family had given her to choose soone to take with her. But she didn't intend to take anyone. Although it might help one of her companions, it wasn't sothing she thought would do the sect any good.
Everyone looked great as they were, so she wanted these won to enjoy themselves for longer.
If anyone there was nearing the end of their life, she would change her mind and bring them with her to allow them to advance. But since that wasn't the case, she remained silent about the vacancy she had.
Vico had done sothing similar, only announcing to the family about the cursed being that would accompany them, who would certainly be considered a passenger, even from inside the artifact that Minos had sent.
Thus, the two remaining vacancies would be left for Rowan to choose from, since Sarah had also decided on all the nas she wanted to send to Zocarro.
There were many people who certainly wanted to go to Zocarro, but who didn't intend to leave now. That's why choosing 15 nas, besides the five in dispute, hadn't been so easy for the two sovereigns of these planets.
Finally, Callie said. "Everyone, please, I want to talk about sothing important."
All the 20 won dining with Callie stopped, looking at this blue-haired woman in anticipation of the announcent she had to make.
"Work hard over the next few decades and define the one who will go to Zocarro in the future. The next ti a group from my faction cos to the Spiritual World, I'll make sure there's an opening for soone from the sect."
She imagined that, in a few decades, the sect's situation would be better for her to allow soone from there to leave and go to Zocarro.
"When exactly is this going to happen?" The level 96 woman, the strongest and closest to Callie there, asked.
"I don't know. It'll probably be about 30 years after I leave, maybe longer. Anyway, I want you to get ready, strengthen the sect and choose soone to follow to Zocarro. It doesn't have to be the strongest in the sect, but it has to be soone above level 80."
The look on Callie's face changed slightly, and she added, "With such a sister joining in Zocarro, we'll create our own order in that world to welco more of us in the future!"
The won started celebrating even more after hearing Callie, seeing that after everything that had happened, she hadn't forgotten her sect and her people.
Minos had given many people opportunities on his journey. But each of those who received opportunities from him could now do the sa for others and help raise the Spiritual World's power of influence.
This was exactly what he had wanted by taking Vico and Callie with him and, from now on, his action would finally bear fruit without him having to keep getting involved in the process!
From this small action by Callie, various chanisms in Minos' plans were moving into the right positions, which would certainly favor him in the future!
At the mont, he did not know this, being in seclusion in Zocarro, but in a few centuries, it would be ti for him to reap the rewards of investing in the Spiritual World and The Adamant Land.
For the ti being, this would continue to develop quietly, no longer under the need for his constant involvent.
Callie would continue celebrating with her fellow sect mbers, already planning her departure for the Black Plain Empire before the end of the Champions Tournant.
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