"It should be like this: strike one punch to open the way, and spare yourself a hundred punches to come!"
One of the Guest Elders behind him could not help speaking excitedly.
"Open the way with one punch?"
Diga shook his head.
"If we were going to make a move anyway, why settle for opening the way with one punch?"
This time, he was not building the Human Alliance. Without a regime to maintain, there was no need to uphold a merciful image.
(A certain Harry Potter World sent countless question marks.)
Open the way with one punch?
If they extended a fist toward me, I would drag over both the fist and its owner and beat them to death!
"Enough. Go back and prepare to deal with outside contact, or go to the island and calm the other islanders. Convey my will to them."
After sending the Island Guards off to work, Diga looked toward the Guest Elders.
"Next, it is your turn."
"This..."
Upon entering the Scripture Pavilion, the Guest Elders all fell into a daze.
They had expected countless bookshelves, scriptures, and jade volumes. Yet what they saw was a vast primordial wilderness!
The sun, moon, and stars hung high in the sky. Great rivers wound around mountains and flowed without end. Countless creatures from the Magical Menagerie came and went freely, while immortal flowers and precious herbs swayed gracefully.
"The plants, mountains, waters, birds, beasts, fish, insects, sun, moon, and stars here are all inheritances. Each has its own fruition; none is superior or inferior. Walk this path once. Whichever one you choose will be yours."
Diga pointed at the yellow dirt road before them. It looked utterly ordinary, strangely out of place amid the wonders of the surrounding world.
"Let me remind you of