"As expected of Sun Qiankun—Li Qinglian, this chess piece, has already fallen into the trap!"
"Next, I'll wipe out the west, let them divide the realm between themselves, and drag everyone in the final battle of destiny into the karmic tribulation of my fate!"
"Those immortals have all noticed me. From here on, the three major incarnations can only lie low!"
"If I can't rely on my own abilities to earn merit, then I can only start from outside sources!"
At this moment, Li Qing's past self had already changed the target onto whom he grafted karmic fate.
He switched to another Novelist School cultivator under Li Qinglian's command who had been subdued—Mister Minglan.
The combat strength in this man's hands amounted to roughly fifty thousand Dao soldiers!
"Then the war in the west is of utmost importance. If Xuanyuan Changlong isn't stupid, he should join forces with Li Qinglian!"
"When the time comes, Wang Qianqiu, Zhu Yiba, Meng Tianji, and the cultivators under Ximen Yongsheng whom I control will be defeated by the armies led by my three major selves!"
"I'll exchange their Dao soldiers and forces for merit, gradually emerging into prominence!"
"I must get as close to the heart of the final battlefield as possible! Commanding two hundred thousand troops is currently the limit for Primordial Spirit cultivators!"
"Dharma Form cultivators are basically the great generals of an army, second only to Li Qinglian!"
"Longevity Realm cultivators will fight in matched duels then, while Tribulation Realm cultivators will hold down the army, preventing surprise decapitation tactics and also avoiding my intervention."
Li Qing pondered in silence. Once he completed his merit-based promotion, he would be able to command six hundred thousand troops and directly influence the final course of the war!
A trace of gravity appeared in