For this goal, Lai Anding had to die.
"Since the target is clear, it's time to establish my own faction."
Up to this point, Li Aoz had not truly developed a system of followers.
He had hesitated before, because quite a few Narrative Civilizations were willing to take him in. Combined with his alt, General Zhen, he had basically secured the divine position of the Boundless Immortal.
After all, General Zhen did not follow the sparsely populated Dominator Path, but the Destruction Path.
Once he entered the Abyssal Multitude, he would inevitably bring the Narrative Civilization a stable, powerful Deified Person path capable of easily strengthening cohesion. Great numbers of outstanding talents would flock madly to that narrative, bringing the Narrative Civilization an endless supply of fresh blood.
If he went with a Narrative Civilization, then at the very least, he would one day stand on the same level as the Four Divine Generals of the Imperial Federation. That was the guaranteed minimum. If he rose higher and became a king like the Philosopher King, that was not impossible either.
The only problem was that he would have to change his faith and spend his entire life firmly committed to a single ideology.
But if he established his own faction, the returns would be even greater.
The threshold for a divine lord of the Destruction Path was simply too low. The vacant positions of God Embracers alone were enough to drive countless demigods and aspiring gods still struggling in the Abyssal Multitude battle royale mad with desire.
But rewards and risks went hand in hand.
Once he chose to establish his own faction, he would have to face an unending stream of challengers.
At that point, Li Aoz brought over Lievice's head.
Lievice looked remarkably humanoid. Her cold, smooth porcelain