Three-Eyed!

Where there were living beings, there was conflict.

And where there was conflict, there were winners and losers.

Authority!

The thing influencing the overall situation was actually authority.

Good, good, good!

So some losers were making their entrance, huh?

Tsk, tsk...

Zhang Qing was not worried in the slightest. He was even a little pleased.

Because this indirectly proved something: those in power really seemed impossible to kill.

They could only be suppressed, just like the Venerable Lord back then.

Good. He hoped this realm had an outrageously high margin for error.

He just did not know how many there were.

"Probably... more than one, right?"

Zhang Qing felt there was probably more than one.

Those authority holders who had lost their struggles should have been suppressed.

Then, riding this wave, they were preparing to break free from their suppression.

Heh, Zhang Qing had been the one fanning the flames that started this wind.

Fortunately,

Zhang Qing still did not emerge. He watched the situation unfold from within the sea of lightning.

The later he appeared, the more initiative he would hold.

The influence of authority.

To those War Soldiers deep within this sea of lightning, it was simply a dimensionality-reducing strike.

There was no way they could sense it.

At this moment, they were still immersed in the joy of rapidly advancing.

This was a heaven-shaking great opportunity!

When a stage had many participants and all the lights converged, a "role" would take the stage.

Every "role" that appeared was the protagonist.

But while protagonists performed, someone often leapt out from behind them, kicked them off the stage, and took their place.

Just like now.

Three-Eyed had taken the stage.

The spotlight was on him now, but his purpose was merely to serve as a vessel.

The true master