"The wind has risen."
Wen Ming stood in his own royal court, his gaze deep and unfathomable, as if it contained the darkest depths of the universe.
Though he stood here in person, his heart had already transcended the years, broken free of the shackles of heaven and earth, and stood high above, looking down upon the mountains and rivers of the Entire Primordial World. All the changes of worldly affairs were no more than a game of chess.
He played the game from here, determining the pattern of change for all ages to come.
He possessed the ability to do so, as well as the courage to shoulder the responsibility.
This was a transcendent state of mind—the potential to become a king.
Back when he had still worked under Chong Hua, Wen Ming would never have revealed such an attitude.
Otherwise, perhaps he really would have had to be careful, worrying that one day Chong Hua might mutter under his breath—
"This child is terrifying indeed. He absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"
But today, he no longer cared.
After all...
He had already gone independent!
He had his own legitimate organization, one that had gone through the proper procedures publicly, and had gathered a group of sufficiently loyal supporters. Standing on his own territory, he could act however he pleased... without worrying about someone listening through the wall.
Though Wen Ming had never been afraid of that in the first place.
Too many people had been nerfed into cripples beneath the blade of this era's version update!
Even if he had faked his death and truly played out a self-sacrificial ruse, suffering no small amount of damage... wasn't beating up weaker opponents still easy?
Wen Ming had a premonition.
Perhaps the contest of this era would draw to