The fusion progress had reached sixty-seven percent, already more than two-thirds.
Qin Yang spent most of his time loafing around in the Ten Directions Realm. One reason, naturally, was to test it and obtain firsthand data and impressions.
In truth, aside from telling the Dream Master about his grand plan, he did not dare tell anyone else.
When the Great Wilderness went to war with the Ten Directions Realm, Jiayi had shouldered all the pressure. Especially after the Great Wilderness fell into a prolonged disadvantage, Jiayi's prestige had taken quite a blow.
If not for the unstoppable momentum of the previous thousand years and the unshakable authority accumulated during that time, betrayals like that of the Stupa Demon Sect would likely have erupted on a wide scale long ago.
At least so far, aside from some insignificant minor characters, only the Stupa Demon Sect had rebelled, and their end had been especially miserable.
After the war began, Qin Yang had basically been slacking off from start to finish. In the eyes of outsiders, Jiayi was the one bearing all the pressure.
Sometimes, Qin Yang truly wanted to throw in the towel too. He was carrying pressures no one his age should have had to bear.
He was merely a young Dao Lord a little over a thousand years old.
When it came to taking the blame, the pot on his back was even bigger and blacker, yet he could not say a word about it.
Likewise, the reason this situation could still be maintained was that none of the Great Wilderness's top-tier big shots had really said anything about Qin Yang. On the contrary, whenever anyone spoke up, it was to reassure him: go ahead and do it boldly, everyone trusted him.
His persona had been established firmly enough, unchanging