After chatting for a while and sending Wei Ye and Qing Yanjing away,
Wei Yang rose to his feet, his long hair loose as he walked barefoot.
He arrived at the pavilion's balcony, clasped his hands behind his back, and gazed toward the Great Thousand World's Southern Region.
Behind him, a Chaos Ancient Stone Mirror faintly appeared and vanished, as though it existed within another dimension of spacetime, slowly pouring down billions of strands of Chaos Qi Flow.
After a long while.
"Lin Dong." Wei Yang chuckled softly.
That made everyone accounted for.
Going it alone was possible, but if he could gather a group of friends and allies, why wouldn't he?
When making one's way in the world, one needed power and backing.
There was strength in numbers, and a greater margin for error.
When the Heavenly Evil God broke free, before he could even celebrate, he would have to face such a luxurious lineup ganging up on him. What kind of mood would he be in then?
Surprised? Unexpected?
He might think that freedom meant spring had arrived, only to despairingly discover that things were even harder than in ancient times.
"Great Thousand Palace?" Wei Yang gave a quiet scoff.
While he could not deny the Great Thousand Palace's contributions, to be honest, Wei Yang looked down somewhat on that group of old fogies.
It was not that they were merely occupying their positions without accomplishing anything.
It was simply that those old fellows had not performed particularly well, either.
They could not even defend their territory, so how could they speak of reclaiming lost lands?
Still, they could not be blamed entirely. After all, that was the prevailing attitude throughout the Great Thousand World.
Everyone wanted to muddle through, preserve their strength, and live in comfort. None