Every so often, even Da Luo and Quasi-Saint experts came over to his side. This advantage was getting absurd.
Temüjin knew Great Ming was behind it.
He did not fear death. He was the proudest eagle of the grasslands, lord of the skies, an Overlord who looked down upon countless miles of mountains and rivers.
He wanted to go out and fight Duke Huan of Qi to the death. Even if he fell on the battlefield, it would be a warrior's highest honor.
But Temüjin was not alone. The entire Mongol Clan stood behind him, and countless subjects depended on him to survive. If he died, their fate was easy to imagine.
Judging by his own actions, if he could impose a caste system, Duke Huan of Qi could do the same. Then it would be his people reduced to livestock awaiting slaughter.
Countless thoughts flashed through Temüjin's mind. At last, he asked, "Have you found the Prophet?"
Ögedei stood beside him in armor. His rugged face wore an uncharacteristically cautious expression. "Your Majesty, the Prophet... may have abandoned us!"
Temüjin fell silent. Ever since he had entered Dongfang, he had searched for the Prophet. He had his suspicions, but to this day, there was no trace of the man, as though he had never existed.
He knew the Prophet had returned to the Human Ancestral Land. Otherwise, the man could not have failed to notice everything he had done.
In the Heavenly Emperor's Palace of the Ancestral Land, Fuxi gazed at the image in the Void Mirror.
"Peak of the Nine Heavens. Quite a few of my former fellow cultivators have reached Half-Step Ruler."
His gaze remained on the image, his eyes utterly calm.
"Heh. Just a pawn, yet you want to break free of the player's control.