To truly fill the bellies of millions upon millions of disaster victims in these war-torn years in the Great Wilderness, the real "Immortal Communion" sect would probably have to descend from heaven, with the power to commune with immortals...
Bai Xiaosheng grumbled silently to himself.
But things had reached this point, and he was riding a tiger he could no longer dismount. He could only let Mo Hua do as he pleased.
Young people's enthusiasm lasted three sticks of incense. Something like this, which offered him no benefit whatsoever, might become too troublesome as he went along, and he would give up on his own.
Or the situation might prove too harsh, the difficulties too great, and he would retreat in the face of them.
In any case, Bai Xiaosheng did not believe that this boy Mo Hua truly intended to spend his entire life in the Azure Fields State Boundary.
Could he really forgo cultivation, opportunities, and breakthroughs?
Once the Azure Fields State Boundary became a mire, with every sort of person and affair swirling into it like a whirlpool, he might no longer be able to endure it and want to get free.
Gu Changhuai also realized how daunting the situation was. Unwilling to put pressure on Mo Hua, he could only sigh inwardly.
Everyone present, even General Chang, who held an almost "superstitious faith" in Master Mo, felt their hearts burn with anxiety at the sight of the boundless, blood-colored land, scarred and ravaged everywhere. They did not know what Master Mo intended to do, much less what fate awaited the people of Azure Fields and Changshan...
Whatever anyone else thought, Mo Hua had already begun acting according to his own will.
To feed and clothe the tens of millions of people in the Azure Fields