Three days had passed since Wang Ping summoned the Demon Race's three Great Demons and the Star God Alliance's two newly appointed Leaders. Today was the day the Demon Race and the Star God Alliance were to submit their mobilization plans for cultivators from all factions.
Wang Ping did not care much about it. After waking from meditation in the morning, he walked out of the main house as usual. Yulian and the Sanhua cat were playing outside, while two Puppets grilled fish for them. Freshly cooked millet porridge sat on the stone table.
Looking at everything before him, Wang Ping unconsciously smiled. Days like these were truly pleasant, soothing to both body and soul. Cultivating for longevity was, in truth, nothing more than wishing to roam freely through the world. Yet once one set foot upon this path, there were far too many things beyond one's control.
After slowly finishing his millet porridge, Wang Ping walked out of the small courtyard. He looked over the mountains blanketed in fresh flowers and vegetation, then strolled along the gravel path to the pavilion at the cliff edge. Raising his head, he gazed at the three small planets in the sky. Puppets bustled about upon them, constructing a barrier formation.
Wang Ping planned to transform these planets into places where Mortals could live, then use them as foundations to construct a defensive formation capable of both attack and defense.
"I have something good here. Do you want to take a look?"
Yulian suddenly came to Wang Ping's side and asked in a mysterious tone.
Wang Ping turned his head, first looking at the Sanhua cat beside him, which was continuously wiping its mouth. Then he met Yulian's eyes and cooperatively put on a curious expression. "What is it?"
"Come on, I'll take