"These white threads …"
Under the Heavenly Eye and in the main temple, nothing could escape Wu Ming's observation.
The world of creation was similar to a blessed land created by an Earthly Immortal. It gave him a lot of inspiration and gave him some ideas on how to advance to a Grotto-heaven in the future.
Now, looking at these white threads, Wu Ming was even more thoughtful.
"Should they be called Threads of Faith? Or Mind Power? Or White Fate? These are just appearances. In fact, they are all manifestations of the power of the world. It's just that the level is very low …
"The power of the world creates all things, and all things cultivate extraordinary power, constantly approaching the purification of the power of the world … This has always been a cycle …
"So, Mind, Faith, Incense, Fate … These are just low-level manifestations of the World's Origin … The highest level is the World's Origin!"
Thinking of this, Wu Ming suddenly felt that his mind was broadened. Even the Western belief in the way of becoming a god was not the slightest bit confusing in front of him.
There were thousands of Great Ways, but in essence, they all led to the same destination. They were all the process of cultivating the World's Origin Force, obtaining the status of the world and then transcending!
Wu Ming waved his hand and the white ball of light immediately came to his palm. There were waves of intimacy coming from it.
"It's a pity … but this is just a prototype!"
If it was a real world, with his identity as the creator and the God of Creation, Wu Ming reckoned that he would have the status of a Celestial Emperor the moment he entered.
Of course, the Imaginary Wonderland was similar, but it was just an empty position. It was ethereal and illusory, and had more restrictions.
"But … even though the status is illusory, the realm is real. Experiencing it in advance is naturally beneficial to the cultivator …"
Wu Ming stretched out his hand and the ball of light floated to the center of the Daluo Hall, still absorbing Mind Power and growing stronger.
"Next … it depends on the efforts of the Reincarnators … Because my requirements are low, the time should be relatively short. We can see the results in a few months …"
After planting the seed, Wu Ming left the Daluo Hall and came to the main hall.
"Main Hall! Show! "
[Ding!]
The main divine hall shook, and then a screen of light appeared.
[Main Hall]
[Number of Reincarnators with Reincarnation: 1,697!]
[Strength of Reincarnators:
Level 1 Reincarnators: 885!
Level 2 Reincarnators: 772!
Level 3 Reincarnators: 38!
Level 4 Reincarnators: 2!]
[Explored Worlds: Stellar World, World of Gods, World of Gods …]
…
[Origin Force Reserve: 937 cubes (Previous average reserve was 1842 cubes)]
[Owned buildings: Main God Hall, Daluo Hall, Creation Hall]
[Void Immortal Realm: Records of the Western Region of Great Zhou (Under cultivation)]
[Number of Missions: 1! [Reincarnators: 1]
Reincarnators: 9]
"This data …"
Wu Ming was embarrassed. "Why do I feel that if I don't discover it, it won't show … Also, four Reincarnators died? [Ming World is], World … Reincarnation World Is Will.
The world of the Zhou Dynasty was in chaos, so there was naturally danger.
The strength of a Level One Reincarnator was average. When encountering natural or man-made disasters, they were only slightly more resistant than ordinary people. When encountering a Death Tribulation, they were still ants.
However, Wu Ming's heart ached a little when he realized that all the Reincarnators he had invested in in the Main Divine Hall's Reincarnators had gone to waste.
"Fortunately, the forty Reincarnators above the third level are fine. This is the greatest wealth!"
Wu Ming touched his chin and clicked on the Level Four Reincarnator option.
Buzz!
The void fluctuated, and two figures appeared.
The two Level Four Reincarnators were a man and a woman. The man was clad in armor and had a murderous look on his face. His eyebrows were like swords and his eyes were like stars. His hair was slightly frosty, and he looked to be in his forties or fifties. Behind him, there was a faint aura rising in the shape of a Qilin.
The woman, on the other hand, was holding a jade zither. Her looks were just above average, but she had a special temperament.
"Musical Rhyme? That's a good name … With a Level Four holding the fort, there's no need to worry about Dazhou Westward Chronicles … "
With a flash of inspiration, all the information about the woman's Samsara tasks appeared in Wu Ming's mind.
It could even be said that he knew her better than Musical Rhyme herself. After understanding the situation a little, Wu Ming immediately turned his gaze to the Pingshan Commandery Provincial Governor, Qi Lin.
At this time, Dingzhou was in chaos. Wu Zhi had sent out an army of 20,000 to attack Dingyuan Commandery and Pingshi Commandery in one day. These were all major events that shocked the entire province.
According to intelligence, the court had made up its mind this time and completely delegated power. The province had already begun to organize the army and would soon come out to quell the rebellion.
Under such circumstances, as a veteran military governor, it was worth pondering what Qi Lin would choose to do.
"I'm guessing … the entire province and even the court have sent out emissaries to rope in and form an alliance. They'll stop at nothing, right?"
Thinking of how even Wu Zhi had sent out three emissaries, a glimmer of a smile appeared at the corners of Wu Ming's mouth.
Without question, the location of Pingshan Commandery was very important at this time.
It was located next to Dingyuan Commandery. The two military towns had fought for dozens of years and both had powerful soldiers. If they helped Wu Zhi, Dingyuan Commandery would be in danger, and the entire situation in Dingzhou would change.
If they helped the province, then Wu Zhi would be using two commanderies to challenge the other five commanderies. Signs of defeat would immediately become apparent.
Although power was not purely determined by how much territory one controlled, it was directly related to population, taxes, rations, and soldiers. It was also of utmost importance.
"The province and the court will definitely send people to try to make Qi Lin lean toward their side. At the very least, they will have to remain neutral …"
Wu Ming smiled coldly. "Unfortunately …"
As someone who held Qi Lin's greatest weakness and held his life and death in his hands, he had the right to sit on the fishing platform.
…
Dingyuan Commandery.
In the warm April of spring, the birds flew and the grass grew.
On the plains, a group of riders was galloping.
Xiu!
Three long arrows broke through the air in a triangular formation. They suddenly fell and sank deeply into the earth.
In the middle, a snow-white rabbit was fixed in place and could not move at all. The arrows stuck close to its flesh and entered the ground, but they did not damage its fur at all.
A rider flew out. The rider grabbed the snow rabbit by the ear. Seeing its lively appearance, he couldn't help but say in a loud voice, "Good archery, Commander!"
"Haha!"
This Commander was Qi Lin. "It's just a snow rabbit. It doesn't have much taste. Yesterday, I promised the three women that I would give one of them a plaything. Send it to the manor!"
"Yes, Commander!"
This rider quickly mounted his horse and left. A few more riders quickly chased after him. "Reporting to Commander … another three waves of messengers have arrived!"
"I won't see them!"
Qi Lin waved his hand. "It's just mutual deception. How can it compare to the joy of a spring hunt? Today, we must hunt a tiger and bring back a wolf! Only then will it be enjoyable! "
"Yes, Commander!"
These riders galloped away. Qi Lin did not urge his horse to draw his bow. Instead, he dismounted and walked slowly. He sighed. "Fate!"
The soldiers behind him heard this and their eyes reddened. They were almost about to cry.
They knew that the Commander's talent had been extraordinary since he was young and surpassed normal people. Ever since he became the provincial commander, he had become even more spirited. He was skilled with the bow and horse and could govern the people. After a few big battles, he had almost suppressed Dingyuan Commandery to the point where they could not raise their heads. They had no choice but to find outside help to barely hold on.
If everything continued to develop like this, it would be easy to become the king of Dingzhou. There would be nothing for Wu Zhi to do.
It was just that such a wise and powerful Commander had a chronic illness.
Every year, there would be a period of time when he was bedridden and could not manage affairs. Of course, this was actually an excuse. It was a lie Qi Lin made in order to complete the Master God's mission. But how could he say this out loud?
It was difficult for a master who had not recovered from his old illness and might not be able to live much longer to obtain the full loyalty and support of his subordinates.
Needless to say, he had also delayed several important political affairs and the opportunity to completely annihilate Marquis Ding.
Now, the other military towns had risen and lost the initiative in the struggle for hegemony. It was hard to say what would happen to them.
If they were lucky, they could still struggle on for decades and finally rely on a wise ruler, not losing their glory and splendor.
If they were unlucky, they could die in defeat, their families destroyed, and become the laughing stock of the world. It was not impossible!
If this was not fate, what was it?
In reality, if it was Wu Ming here, he might not be able to do better than Qi Lin.
Otherwise, he would not have given up on the idea of conquering the world. It was because this Samsara mission was too deceptive. Dealing with numerous affairs every day was completely different from being carefree and having to send out the Master God's mission from time to time.
A Samsara traveler could not be the master of a large faction. Otherwise, he would be a mere figurehead.
Unless he used powerful weapons such as mind control or the Venomous Gu poison, but this would be too slow. If he persisted for too long, he would definitely lose the hearts of his subordinates. In the end, he would still die.
"Forget it. Let's go back. "
After walking for another hour, Qi Lin turned his head sadly and returned to the Commander's manor with a group of personal guards.
"Commander!"
In the study, a few trusted generals, as well as the chief strategist and civil officials, gathered and kowtowed to Qi Lin.
"The Nanfeng army has reached Flat Stone County in one day and is about to attack Dingyuan County. Envoys from various families have arrived. What do you all think? Why don't you speak your mind?"
Qi Lin was wearing the uniform of a Jiedu official. The snakes on his robe seemed to be ready to pounce. His aura was dignified and did not show any signs of fatigue as he opened his mouth to ask.
"…"
There was silence below.
Anyone with eyes could see that the battle for Dingzhou Jiedu had reached its most intense moment. Perhaps the ruler of Dingzhou was about to be decided.
One wrong decision could lead to defeat and death. They could not bear such a heavy responsibility.
"As expected … everything has changed …"
Qi Lin looked at this scene and sighed faintly in his heart.
If this had been before his "illness," even though the current situation was dangerous, he still had a 30% chance of winning.
These civil and military officials would certainly rack their brains to help him pull chestnuts out of the fire. They would cause Wu Zhi, Zhouli, and Dinghou to both suffer heavy losses. Then, he would be the fisherman. He had the courage to gamble and the confidence to do so.
Unfortunately, the people below him no longer had confidence in him.
Now, most of them were thinking of relying on one side to protect their lives and endless riches.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Qi Lin's mouth. He began to call out names. "Ge Jin!"
This was his trusted strategist. Previously, he had come up with hundreds of schemes. While he was "sick," he managed the political affairs in an orderly manner. It could be said that half of the foundation of Pingshan County was maintained by him.
"I am here!"
Ge Jin stepped out. Her pretty brows were furrowed. It was clear that she was thinking hard.
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