Everyone Has Their Trump Cards

"The time has come. The Eastern Desolation can be overturned..."

The next day, Li Qingyun sat upright in the Ba Snake Mountain Temple, his divine sense hanging over Wind Horse Mountain, Lingqiu, and the three locations of Ba Snake Mountain.

The three Daoist temples had already been secretly linked together, allowing his divine sense to drive straight through them.

When the Great Ruin descended at night, Li Qingyun would have Lingqiu and Wind Horse Mountain loosen their Commanded Enfeoffments, let Ba Snake Mountain's Xuanhuang Earth Qi spread across, and finally seize control of the Xuanhuang Earth Qi in all three places.

The Water Hou of Lingqiu and Deng Jing of Wind Horse Mountain naturally cooperated seamlessly.

By then, Li Qingyun could mobilize the Xuanhuang Earth Qi of more than sixteen hundred li of land, enough to strike at any Commanded Daoist Temple.

By then, that Mengtu Mountain Daoist temple would be the first target he swept away.

"Since Dao Lord Huang Yun still bears the surname Huang, he most likely ascended into the Void Heaven from Mishin Palace in the Shadowed Domain. He should be a core direct-line member of the Mishin Dao Alliance. He must be wiped out outright..."

Li Qingyun carefully calculated this earth-shaking chess game. In a single thought, he decided the fates of many Commanded Dao Lords in the Eastern Desolation.

Every member of the Mishin Dao Alliance's direct line was on his list to be swept away. Of course, if they had the sense to flee in terror, he would not be able to catch them.

As for those outside the Mishin Dao Alliance's direct line, driving them away would suffice. Li Qingyun did not wish to stain both hands with blood and filth.

As for the other "small fry" along his sweeping route, they