"We must unite around Master Zhang, fight bravely, and carry forward the spirit of fearing neither death nor battle, and of winning every battle!"
Dong Huaiming narrowed his eyes slightly, concentrating as he listened intently.
The moment he heard these slogans, he realized that the leader among this group of rebels was most likely one of their own.
Could anyone who wasn't one of their own say something like that?
There were many civilizations among the opposing Endless Planes, and many shared ideas similar to theirs. But for exactly the same slogan to appear—and for him to happen upon it—was an extremely unlikely coincidence.
Combined with the coordinates Wu Di had provided and the people's cries, Dong Huaiming suddenly realized...
The world had suffered from war for far too long!
Against the backdrop of the Chaos Starfield, ever since Sword Head Lin Qiubai had disappeared, Cang Ming had lost its common sovereign. The rulers of the Nineteen States had thus ushered in the Warring States era, waging endless wars against one another.
The various figures who were nominally governors but were actually separatist warlords fought in all directions. No matter what banner they raised or how grand and righteous their slogans sounded, they were ultimately nothing more than empty rhetoric. At heart, they were fighting for their own interests and power.
After Ma Ran's arrival, the situation in Ran Province had clearly begun to change. But because it had developed for such a short time and was facing a powerful enemy, it was already struggling to take care of itself, let alone the other states.
The refugees' longing for peace and stability had already exceeded anything the people in power could understand.
But...
Had Demonic Son Zhang Kuang's thoughts already been this advanced in this era?
Dong Huaiming began to