"Let me think about this."
Phoenix Yi also hesitated.
Was he asking her to establish the Eighteen Levels of Hell belonging to Xirong within Xirong?
Although she could understand it.
Xirong had originally been developing in secret, but now that they had been exposed, they might as well expand across the board.
To develop their forces, of course, they needed people in charge of every aspect.
They were natives of the Nine Continents, without backgrounds, and were familiar with the place. They had cooperated there before, making them the best partners.
Back then, the Nine Grains Emperor had received the aid of the nine Continent Kings. He had earned Merit of Following the Dragon, and after founding the state, he had soared to the heavens in a single bound.
If Xirong could truly establish itself before them—
At the very least, it would become an Esteemed Immortal-level force. With the support of such a background, this group of people would have a genuine chance of attaining Esteemed Immortal status.
After all.
There were quite a few people with an Esteemed Immortal's bearing, such as Ink Plum True Immortal, who had reached True Immortal Great Perfection. But how many had truly broken through to Esteemed Immortal?
"If we establish an immortal realm belonging to us, all of you will be the thirteen giants of the new immortal realm."
Ning Zheng smiled as he drew them a pie.
Every leader of an uprising had to learn this trick.
Even if they had nothing, even if they were beggars or peddlers of straw sandals, they still had to paint people a beautiful blueprint of the future.
Ning Zheng said, "I hope to entrust this matter to you. Your Phoenix Race isn't skilled in combat, loves peace, and possesses resurrection-type abilities. Hell suits you