Wang Ping's Game in the Palm of His Hand

Wang Ping claimed he would watch from the sidelines, but that did not mean he would truly ignore everything. He simply did not want Thousand Wood Temple dragged in so quickly.

For a Fourth Realm Taiyan cultivator, open conflict was no more than a flick of the hand. Wang Ping's puppets now included not only Imperial Court ministers, but also people close to the Rebels.

To him, this rebellion might have been nothing more than a game of his left hand fighting his right. Not only could he use this opportunity to accelerate the fusion of the Sky-Veiling Talisman, he could also secretly observe the intentions of every faction and fight for his greatest advantage.

"Will this rebellion shake the foundations of the Imperial Court?"

After Liu Shuang left, Yulian asked this question. Recently, Wang Ping had been constantly using Divine Art to deduce the future, while she listened to the thoughts of northern believers within the Divine Art Array. Almost everything she heard was tragedy.

Wang Ping removed his heavy outer robe and changed back into a loose, short robe for lounging at home. After considering Yulian's question, he said, "No. The Datong Dynasty has not yet reached the point of destruction. This unrest is an accident. What follows will be a game of balance, though everyone understands balance differently."

Wang Ping's reflection appeared within Yulian's vertical pupil. She asked earnestly, "Is there any way to end this endless strife? Every one of those believers feels so real—so real that I am moved."

"That is human nature. So long as there are people, even without the cultivation world interfering, they will still argue. Human nature is not only ever-changing; every person also possesses individuality. That individuality grants them identities of differing rank, changing their perceptions and creating irreconcilable conflicts."