His own strength!
To Li Tianming, this was actually a rather serious issue.
If he himself was not strong enough, he could only rely on Zi Zhen and Weisheng Moran. Yet from a certain perspective, the two of them also relied on the resources Li Tianming provided.
Weisheng Moran was now holding down the rear, while Zi Zhen served as a bodyguard on the front lines. They were certainly powerful, but compared with the two super state machines of Yuan Hao and Tai Yu, they simply could not measure up.
"I still need to find a way to raise my own strength. Otherwise, forget obtaining the Divine Treasury Heart to hatch Little Nine—even keeping my Destiny Universe Dynasty safe will be difficult," Li Tianming said helplessly.
The struggle between Yuan Hao and Tai Yu had made the doom of Divine Tomb Seat inevitable. Li Tianming had already forcibly prolonged its life. He had painstakingly allowed the Destiny Universe Dynasty to sprout in this Real Universe, and he absolutely did not want it snuffed out while still in its cradle.
"A nation is a beast. If it does not devour, it dies!"
Li Tianming knew perfectly well who his enemies were and who his friends were.
"Tai Yu, Yuan Hao, and even the Myriad Evil Dreamsource are not truly my enemies."
"My enemies are the princes, nobles, and inherited powers of these realms."
"My friends are the common people who toil and suffer, those treated unjustly, the girls who would be sacrificed in blood rituals, and the victims of unfair resource distribution."
Only by understanding this crucial matter in his heart could he know where his sword should point.
"Every rise to power comes with bloodshed!"
Li Tianming left the land of Primordial Chaos Territory. Some time later, the boundless haze