Watching Zhao Gongming and the other three depart.
Daoist Duobao remained expressionless.
Nor did he continue manipulating the shifting aura within the Great Thousand Worlds.
Only after the four had left
did everything return to calm.
He knew Zhao Gongming was the sworn elder brother of the Three Xiāo and had always commanded their absolute obedience.
Zhao Gongming was also the Outer Sect Senior Disciple Brother.
He held considerable prestige among the Outer Disciples. At a single call, many would answer.
When he took control of the Interception Sect in the future, he would still need people to use.
Zhao Gongming enjoyed a great reputation in the outer sect, while the Three Xiāo's strength was an unexpected delight. They would certainly prove useful later—and could even deliver Qingyuan's faction a vicious stab!
"Guangchengzi... I can only do this much for now. How far things go in the future will depend on how far you can walk."
Daoist Duobao's gaze was profound.
It seemed to pierce through space and time, seeing the scene at the East Sea Coast where all living beings were chess pieces.
In his eyes,
Great Zhou's Destiny was like piles of firewood stacked together, as though someone had doused them with oil, making the flames burn ever more fiercely.
Yet all this momentum came from that oil.
Without the oil's support, the firewood would slowly burn out.
In contrast, Great Shang's National Fortune had been forcefully compressed by the Human Dao Seal, but that National Destiny Golden Dragon was merely sluggish. Great Shang's momentum was like glowing charcoal.
It looked as if it could go out at any moment.
Yet Great Shang's true core territories had not been occupied.
As long as the charcoal remained, the embers would burn.
Its flames might not appear as vigorous as