Li Qi was still competing with the demonic path. Though the war on the surface had already ended, the true and even more perilous war had arrived.
The demonic path had used retreat as an advance, setting Li Qi a difficult problem. Li Qi had also given his own response.
How should this be put...
What Li Qi had done actually contained a huge loophole.
Viewing war and construction as resistance against evil demons was a very appealing idea. Look—we made brave sacrifices to defeat evil demons, even paying the ultimate price of our lives. Just thinking about it felt sacred.
Sending other people's children to indirectly bring evil demons to an end was enough to give people the same sense of glory. Most supporters thought that way.
Becoming part of a group always seemed like a very wise choice. Immersing oneself in the sentiments of a team could always make one's blood boil.
Even if one stayed clearer-headed, refused to be swept along by the crowd, and did not wallow in hatred and prejudice, a group could at least bring happiness for a time.
Seeing one's own group as superior to others always felt pleasant. Thus, all the things that distinguished "us" from "the enemy," including Dao Lineage, could always unite people with immediate effect.
But in truth, for the Nine Lands of the World, that was utter nonsense.
Everyone knew clearly that organizations were organizations, and Dao Lineage were Dao Lineage.
For example, the Shaman Path was the Shaman Path, while Wushen Mountain was Wushen Mountain.
When one spoke of Wushen Mountain, one meant the organization called Wushen Mountain. Though that organization was a major sect of the Shaman Path, it was not the entirety of the Shaman Path.
Many Shamans did not acknowledge Wushen Mountain. The Chong