The Blood Lama advanced swiftly, and the resistance he encountered grew ever stronger. That bastard was simply too domineering—one was either directly converted, or dead. He never accepted anything in between.
Even if some people saw how powerful the Blood Lama was and wanted to seek refuge with him, the Blood Lama gave them only those two paths. Thus, between a fate worse than death and death itself, most chose to fight to the bitter end.
This resulted in sects large and small either hastily relocating, dying on their feet, or living on their knees.
Qin Yang mingled among the front lines, taking the chance to plunder classics that could not be obtained elsewhere.
Knowledge was power. In his eyes, no resource could compare to these classics.
This was the path he had chosen.
The path to obtaining authority.
It differed from both the Blood Lama and the Emperor Ying.
The Blood Lama's choice made the utmost use of his advantages. Once he had converted all living beings in the world, he would naturally obtain authority over the Sea of Thoughts.
The Emperor Ying's choice, meanwhile, was to rely on strength to forcibly suppress everything. He walked a path that could be called proving the Dao through force. It was the most difficult path, yet also the simplest; it all depended on one's strength.
Qin Yang's choice was entirely different, approached from another angle better suited to him.
If everything within the Sea of Thoughts was regarded as the authority of a deity—
Then that authority was dispersed throughout the entire world.
Knowledge, then, was completely woven into it. It could not be made tangible, yet it involved every person and formed the most fundamental core.
The people who possessed stronger and rarer knowledge held more authority in this world.