There was no exaggeration in that.
Ling Wuyuan truly rather enjoyed that feeling of sneaking around like a thief, stealing offerings meant for the dead.
He watched as both sides slaughtered until heaven and earth changed color, leaving mountains of corpses and seas of blood across boundless spacetime, while he himself remained hidden within the dark shadows, secretly gnawing on the remains of the departed, covertly stealing every resource that could be stolen, silently waiting for the day he rose to power----
To be reasonable.
If possible.
He naturally wanted to enter the fray himself and slaughter in all directions.
But Ling Wuyuan clearly did not currently possess that kind of strength.
Therefore.
As someone with an exceptional degree of self-awareness, he did not mind doing things that matched his own strength.
For example, quietly accumulating power like a rat in the gutter, judging every opponent he would need to deal with in the future through the most intense malice, and using the craftiest methods to plunder and steal everything that could make him stronger.
Do things appropriate to the level of strength and status one possessed. To Ling Wuyuan, this was a fundamental principle as true as truth itself.
The weak should advance step by step, with every move carefully calculated.
Since he could not ascend to heaven in a single step.
Then he would find every possible way to grow stronger step by step, until he climbed to that supreme position.
The Illusory Mist Realm Country located in the main spacetime.
The Black Omen Battlefield located in the True Abundant Spirit Realm.
The two were like Ling Wuyuan's bright and dark leek fields.
Now.
The former had gradually gotten on the right track and was growing at an extremely rapid pace, like a rising star of tomorrow.
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