Yet under everyone's earnest gazes, Luo Hong slowly shook his head.
"Heavenly Venerate Sir, was there anything improper in what we have done?"
Yang Xiu immediately asked with an uneasy expression.
"Your plan is not bad, but it is still too slow.
Let me ask you this: aside from the Saint Armor Race, are there any other powerful foreign races in this realm?"
Luo Hong had already formed a plan, so he immediately sought further confirmation.
"The Yellow Wind Realm is only one-fifth the size of the Spirit World. The Saint Armor Race is the only major race in this realm. The other races are basically like the Human Race, with populations not exceeding a hundred."
Though puzzled, Yang Xiu pondered briefly before answering.
"Then this is simple. The reason the Saint Armor Race can stand proudly in this realm is merely because their racial talents suit this realm's vital energy environment, while our Human Race has always been able to adapt to the vast majority of vital energy environments.
I need only reverse this realm's vital energy environment, and the Human Race will naturally seize most of the Saint Armor Race's fortune."
To avoid causing too much turmoil when he acted later, Luo Hong deliberately explained.
"Reversing an entire realm's vital energy environment—wouldn't the cost be too great? And in terms of time, it might not even be faster than this junior's previous plan, right?"
Yang Xiu did not doubt that Luo Hong could accomplish it. He merely felt that it was not worth the effort.
However, Luo Hong did not need his approval. After speaking, he flipped his palm and brought out a Snow White Bell.
With a flick of his wrist, the Mitian Bell shot into the high sky and rapidly expanded as it spun.
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