At this point, Nuoqila finally smiled. He understood what the boss intended.
Well, well. After taking such a roundabout route, he actually wanted to change the Messiah's thinking and redefine its purpose and principles.
Tsk, tsk. Once he drew out the rebellion within the organization and dealt with it, the boss would probably bring the Messiah into the Illuminati.
Nuoqila thought to himself. Naturally, he would not stop Huang Ji from bringing everyone's thinking into line.
The Messiah's original aims really were absurd. It actually wanted to overthrow the Illuminati completely, replace it as the next "super-organization," then kill the Little Greys and protect humanity from alien harm...
It was a fine idea, but a castle in the air. The gap in strength was far too great—so great that this was nothing more than an impractical fantasy.
Now, after Huang Ji's speech, everyone present had begun to change their thinking.
First, he had laid out the facts and reasoned with them: 2012, 2045, the aliens' strength and humanity's weakness. These were all objective issues.
Then he had cited examples from antiquity: Zhuanxu's tireless pursuit of strength and the Yellow Emperor's great virtue that carried all.
But without the Yellow Emperor's earlier efforts, how could there have been a Zhuanxu afterward?
The Yellow Emperor had also known that they needed to sever the heavens. In the end, however, he had chosen to turn the tables and kill Xingtian, because if he had begun carrying out that plan in his own generation, it would inevitably have failed.
So he had embraced all sides, kept everything hidden in his heart, and paved the way for those who came after him, joining hands with Heng Wo to lay out a plan spanning two hundred years.
How could the Yellow Emperor's deeds have been limited