The Gods and Devils looked at one another. "Our brains are broken. We don't know!"
Chu Qing's eyes shifted.
"Outside, there are actually many Innate Gods and Demons who long to become you!"
"In the Far West Land, you can barely protect yourselves, your status is ordinary, and your days are hard. But if you go outside, countless Innate Gods and Demons will worship you day and night and hold you high above their heads!"
"Then you too can become kings and ancestors!"
"You may even lead great armies and conquer in all directions later on."
The Gods and Devils scratched their heads. "That sounds pretty exciting!"
"But once we're outside, will you disregard martial virtue and ambush us? Kill us in the end, then stuff us into the halo behind your head?"
Chu Qing burst out laughing. "No!"
"My halo only has thirty-three Undying Spiritual Lights!"
"So you needn't worry about me killing you!"
Only then did the Gods and Devils breathe a sigh of relief.
Soon after, Chu Qing made promises to the other creatures as well—either offering the furry Demon Race underlings to attend upon them, providing fine wine and delicacies, or building magnificent palaces.
Luo Tian, standing to one side, watched in silence for a long while before saying, "The Far West Land is finished!"
"If he keeps stirring things up like this, before long, the entire Far West Land may be left with only those mad old Heavens."
Luo Tian's feelings were complicated.
Very quickly, Chu Qing had made promises to all these creatures.
To him, such promises were not worth mentioning.
Yet they could bring him a pile of cannon fodder.
This cannon fodder was powerful, perfectly suited for resisting the darkness.
As for fighting Heaven?
Heh. He still could not trust them.
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