At night, Mo Hua returned to Deep Mountain in Wutu Mountain, rested his head on Big Tiger's fluffy belly, and began thinking over his next plan:
How was he to unite the Great Wilderness amid the chaos of war?
Even if he could not completely unify the Three Thousand Mountains of the Great Wilderness and its thousands of tribes, he at least had to do all he could to unite the majority of its forces, thereby changing the fate of these poor Barbarian Cultivators, and also laying a foundation for his own future pursuit of the Dao and the things he had to do.
From then on, the Three Thousand Mountains of the Great Wilderness south of Li Prefecture would be his "territory."
And the Great Black Mountain Province north of Li Prefecture was his hometown.
Counting it that way, across the whole of Li Prefecture, this vast stretch of land, from south to north, he would have bases everywhere.
At this moment, it was bound to be extremely difficult, especially under the premise that he still only had Foundation Establishment cultivation.
But in this world, what was not difficult?
The key lay only in whether one wanted to do it, whether one was willing to do it, and whether one had the perseverance and willpower to overcome layer upon layer of hardship.
Even if he was only at Foundation Establishment, the things that had to be done still had to be done.
When the night wind blew, it was a little chilly.
So Mo Hua burrowed a little farther into Big Tiger's embrace, felt warm again, and only then continued thinking further.
In all things, preparedness led to success; lack of preparedness led to ruin.
Since he had decided to do it, he had to consider everything with complete