Local powerful families and aristocratic clans, for the most part, had fundamental conflicts with people like him who rose in religious rebellion.
These people possessed power, wealth, a life of sensual pleasures and extravagance, glory and riches—everything they could want. They merely needed to continuously strengthen themselves and safeguard their own interests, and their families and forces could endure for generations.
Most of them were guardians of the rules and makers of order.
Conversely, forces like the Pudu Cult were destroyers of rules and order. They sought rebirth amid destruction and searched for the future amid ruin.
One sought to preserve, while the other sought to destroy. As for who held the upper hand, it depended on whose strength was greater.
Without question, the nobles, powerful aristocratic families, sects, and gangs of a flourishing Great Yong Dynasty, when combined, were certainly far stronger than people like them, whose roots were planted among the mud-legged commoners.
Though the southern rebellion was now raging like wildfire, the Northern Lands still presented a scene of peace and prosperity, with songs and dances everywhere.
Thus, the Pudu Cult was far inferior in strength compared with those powerful families, aristocratic clans, and even nobles.
Even so, the powerful aristocratic families continued annexing land and gathering the populace beneath their banners. They were simply further plundering the soil from which the Pudu Cult survived.
Yet no matter how furious or unwilling he was, he could not reverse this situation unless he could produce vast quantities of grain and supplies to help those who believed in the Pudu Cult survive this snow disaster.
At this moment, apart from the rage of having his faith betrayed and challenged, the Holy Envoy felt only worry and anxiety.
However, a cold smile soon appeared at the corner of his lips.