Even though Krune played it off as his usual self, he was internally breaking out into cold sweat. After all, when he gave a list of names to Zamura, the other party had proposed a rather scary thought process.

"Since each of us has different hair colors and are the founding members of this sect, there should be a good name to give it, right? And, since your hair is a mix of colors, I thought of"

"Stop!" Krune shouted, quickly thinking of something as the gears in his brain spun at speeds surpassing his usual self as his Mental Energy was consumed at an alarming rate, reaching peak efficiency as he thought up a plan, hurriedly looking around as he acted afraid.

He then sneaked before Zamura, whispering, "Don't say that name out loud. Anything related to colors is a no-go. In the Lower Realms, there was something called the Rainbow Sect. And, Feifei had ahistory with this. If we use the same name, there's a guarantee that she will leave us. Even I won't be able to change her mind."

"Something like that happened?" Zamura said with mild excitement. "Tell me more. What happened later? What was this history between them?"

"I'll leave to her. If she wishes to share it one day, she'll do it herself." Krune sported a solemn tone as he replied. "So, anything related to colors is a no-no. I'll give you four choices. All of them conform to our goal."

"The Cliffhanger Sect, The Mountain Sect, The Plot Armor Sect, and the Pioneer Sect," Krune said, shooting off anything that came to his mouth, "I feel like these are titles that represent our sect the greatest. Since you are its sect master, I'll leave the final decision to you. I'll be fine with whichever of the four you choose. But, you must only choose from these four, got it?"

"Alright," Zamura sighed. "They sound something like you'd come up with, but I guess using wacky names are the best."

Back to the present day, Krune sighed in relief, relaxing only now, 'Thank god, he didn't pick the abomination of a name like the Rainbow Sect.'

"The Mountain Sect," Zamuria muttered. "Well, it's good enough, I guess. No point in stressing about it too much."

As she was named after her continent, Zamuria didn't have much expectations of names in the first place. As for Feifei and the Seamstress, they silently stared at Krune, easily guessing that he was the one behind the name.

Even though his back was slick with sweat from the stares, Krune acted oblivious, making it seem like he was immersed in Zamura's actions.

Once he finished creating the disc and birthed the equipment spirit, the size of the disc remained the same. It didn't expand any longer, not controllable based on the Guardian Spirit's wishes. On top of that, it followed Zamura's command.

Zamura carried the disc, facing everyone as he said, "Now, let's discuss the layout of things. Once I expand it in size, I'll also expand the ground to make it resemble the architecture as well. This way, the entire sect would be one piece of equipment."

"For convenience's sake, let's use this to carve out the structures we need," Krune said, condensing blocks of ice, giving pieces to everyone while he condensed a complicated palace of sorts, placing it in the center. "This would be the Sect Tower. The entrance to our Sub-Realm would be within it. People would stream in and out of it nonstop to perform various tasks that we allot to them."

"That's great. The design is also majestic enough," Zamura said, nodding in response as everyone else began to pitch in their ideas. Eventually, once the entire layout was completed, Zamura said, "The Mountain Sect is atop a disc-shaped platform. Based on the envisioned layout, it would span a radius of 100 kilometers upon completion."

It had taken them an entire year just to plan everything that had to be incorporated into the sect. There were countless arguments, discussions, debates, and so on. Many ideas were put together, scrapped, clubbed, or used for purposes not intended at first.

The disc in Zamura's hands had been expanded to a radius of 100 meters to maintain a 1:1000 scale. And even then, they had to use their Divine Sense to carefully plan and determine everything. Once everyone was satisfied with the result, Zamura began to refine the disc, causing the surface to morph before numerous structures appeared, replacing the similar-looking ice structures they had made temporarily during their discussions.

As Zamura installed everything in place, everyone else guided him, pointing him at places where the precision wasn't enough, or the workmanship wasn't sufficient. As a blacksmith, Krune also participated in the refinement process, working tirelessly while the others supported them.

The work here required a tremendous extent of detailed planning as they had to install every single idea that they had factored into the layout. Finally, after a couple of months of grueling refinement, they completed the layout as numerous Divine Senses flashed through it, inspecting it to the limit before everyone gave their nod of approval.

"Amazing!"

"Perfect!"

"Pretty! Majestic!"

"Beautiful!"

"Now, for the final touch to make this a reality." Zamura smiled, taking out a Godly Vein from within the Sub-Realm in his hand, gently inserting it into the core of the disc as the Guardian Spirit appeared, grunting in pain.

Zamura was refining the Godly Vein, fusing it into the Guardian Spirit to make them a singular entity. This way, all the operations of the sect would be stable and functional. As the Guardian Spirit screamed in pain, it was steadily evolving.

Moreover, at the final step of the process, Zamura grunted as a green radiance emanated from his body, wrapping around the disc as he was forcefully elevating its quality, removing any defects that might have arisen within it as he finally inserted the Sub-Realm into the Sect Tower in the center, causing a green radiance to emit from the disc as everything fused into a singular entity.

Bellowing in laughter upon seeing that it was a resounding success, Zamura roared, "Guardian Spirit! Take flight!"