Civilizations weren't all about war. Most of the time, they were stable.
And one important factor behind stability was the economy.
Qiong Xi'er had already broken through to the Ancestral Realm and could live for a very, very long time.
She hadn't expected to be able to help Lu Yin again one day.
"How familiar are you with it now?" Lu Yin asked. Some time ago, he'd told Qiong Xi'er about the situation in Outer Heaven and the realms, and asked her to study it. When that Freedom Period arrived, he wanted to use her insight to draw out more realms.
Qiong Xi'er shook her head. "I know what you want to do, Lord Lu, but it's impossible."
"There are too many clever people in the universe. Anything I can think of, they've already thought of."
"Trying to draw out more realms during that period is completely unfeasible. I have no confidence that I can beat the factions that have already stockpiled huge numbers of realms in Outer Heaven, especially the Main Dao. And the Main Dao is really our only opponent."
Lu Yin knew it was unlikely. Situations like the earlier exchange for Shadow Realm were rare.
If the Karma Master Clan hadn't been desperate to save face by dealing with him, they wouldn't have exchanged so many realms for Shadow Realm. With the Freedom Period approaching, anything he could think of, others could too. Qiong Xi'er wasn't a god; she couldn't turn the tables against fully prepared opponents. It was like a rabbit joining a tiger's battlefield. Forget seizing anything—just avoiding being eaten would be an accomplishment.
"The only way I can think of is to make everything fall apart. If I can't win, then they won't be able to act in this war either," Qiong Xi'er said.