Li Qing already had a plan in mind.
This plan was dangerous. It might cause the deaths of many people.
But in the stagnant high-dimensional spacetime, there was simply no opportunity for him to break the deadlock.
So even if it might stir up monstrous waves and bring endless death and injury, he had to do it.
Only chaos offered opportunity. An order sealed tight as an iron barrel would never leave any path to survival.
As the saying went, heroes emerged in troubled times—the key lay in that single word: chaos!
Thus, throughout history, no rebellion had ever succeeded under a flourishing dynasty.
Only when a dynasty declined and descended into chaos did opportunities arise for powers to rise across the land.
The current high-dimensional spacetime was like a dynasty that had prospered for countless years, while the innumerable worlds of low-dimensional spacetime were like bandits, rioters, and great clans eyeing it like tigers eyeing prey.
Even as they were continually exploited by the dynasty, they were also searching for an opportunity to overturn it.
Yet every one of their rebellions had ended with heads rolling and blood flowing into rivers.
The reason for their failure was simple: beneath an order tight as an iron barrel, all their actions were nothing more than a joke.
A mature regular army possessed incomparably powerful combat strength. No matter how many scattered bandits, rioters, and great clans there were, they were merely mayflies trying to shake a tree, utterly overestimating themselves.
Li Qing pondered silently as the history of the high-dimensional worlds flowed through his mind once more.
He was searching, searching for a suitable target.
After an unknown amount of time, a thought flickered through his mind.
"Perhaps I can find a way through this place."
The Flesh Tree controlled the