Though Ling Wuyuan had single-handedly shouldered most of the Illusory Mist Realm Country and easily resolved countless problems others considered thorny beyond belief, things were different now.
To be honest,
when Su Qingyue said outright that they lacked personnel,
he felt a genuine headache. Even he had no easy solution to this.
At the end of the day,
cultivating trustworthy people was painstaking work that took time.
No matter how urgently they needed them, rushing would do little good.
They could hardly conjure living people out of thin air—
at least,
Ling Wuyuan certainly couldn't do that yet.
Once he reached the Creation Realm, though, he probably could.
And so,
for a moment,
Ling Wuyuan considered taking a shortcut.
For instance, he could find some promising infants,
then send them into a different spacetime where time flowed far faster than in Main Spacetime, wait for them to grow up at breakneck speed, and bring them back to take on various roles—
using the natural laws of time to speed-ripen them.
However,
after thinking it through,
Ling Wuyuan ultimately abandoned the idea.
There was nothing inherently wrong with the approach,
but the difference in the flow of time would inevitably create divisions and conflicts between the new members and the old. For one thing, they would be complete strangers—
an unavoidable result of their different living environments and outlooks.
After all, how many people could calmly accept that a group of strangers who had appeared out of nowhere were actually trustworthy members of their own side?
So, even if he could smooth things over afterward, Ling Wuyuan didn't want to use such methods for now.
Better to keep things steady for the moment—
After careful thought, Ling Wuyuan turned to other possibilities. Or should I try a superintelligence?
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