"Cunning woman."
At that moment, Lu PingAn's words carried both contempt and disdain.
Some things, no matter how beautifully they were dressed up, could not compare to one honest exchange on the battlefield.
"This woman is a thorough conservative. No matter how many resources she consumes, nothing will change."
Were shortcuts good? Of course they were. Lady Lin was a typical example of someone who had used little to achieve much and risen afterward. Every time, she had followed the "greater trend," easily becoming a deity. Then, taking advantage of the Life Gods' unwillingness to be restrained, she had become the youngest True God through the loosest possible system.
But shortcuts had made her, and shortcuts would break her. A loose structure was extraordinarily efficient at gathering strength when the wind was favorable, and its inherently scattered, ununified nature had also pleased the authorities back then. Among the True God Churches, Lady Lin was considered relatively close to the authorities, because she truly posed no threat.
She could work without causing trouble. Naturally, the authorities, who pursued stable development, liked that very much.
"But times have changed."
Lu PingAn looked ahead. The vast Sea of Spring was gradually turning into a sea of fire.
It was a mountain wildfire at summer's end. A faint drizzle fell from the sky, while the Splendor of Autumn spread over it.
The environments of three seasons had crystallized as much of the essence of power as possible, but this...
"...In this era, are you still playing at great nature and irresistible Natural Disasters? Haven't you gotten something wrong? The beings outside are larger than your entire planet, yet you're still clinging to nature that embraces all life?"
It felt strange—like residents of an interstellar age still practicing primitive totem worship, praying to nature and