Royal Capital, Imperial City.
"Wang Xuan is a True Strength Daoist?" Emperor Dingyuan held several urgent reports that had just been delivered.
He gave a soft chuckle.
Did something so trivial really require an informer?
He tossed the memorials aside.
"Compile all memorials denouncing Wang Xuan. These people should all be pawns of the Buddhist Sect. Find an opportunity to deal with them all later."
"Yes." The attendant at his side answered quietly.
Everyone had secrets. As for whether Wang Xuan was truly Wang Xuan, did that question matter?
So long as he could be used by him, what did anything else matter?
As for True Strength?
What was there left in True Strength worth noticing now?
After Yuan Du Zi vanished, the entire True Strength Daoist Sect had become a loose scattering of sand. As for the rest of them, they could all be ignored.
Emperor Dingyuan gathered his thoughts. At present, the key still lay with the Buddhist Sect.
The Buddhist Sect was overwhelmingly powerful. Though it feared the royal trump cards in his possession and did not dare press too hard, its constant erosion and division were enough to completely suppress the entire royal clan.
Although he had drawn in every force he could, compared to the Buddhist Sect, he still fell somewhat short.
Therefore, if there truly were enormous Purple Snowstone mineral veins in the distant lands of Xi, then this might become the crucial point in the future shift of power between factions.
As military formations grew ever more powerful, the role of Grandmasters gradually weakened. Only by working in concert with military formations could they unleash tremendous combat strength.
The future trend was that a handful of Grandmasters would no longer possess deterrent power.
On such a foundation, the more Purple Snowstone there was,