"Within this world, I possess the right timing, the right terrain, and the will of the people."
"You dare offend Heaven's might? There is only one road for you—death."
Heart Lamp Buddha's face was wreathed in endless sneers.
An immense aura bore down on Li Qing's Future Body. It was a spiritual suppression—he intended to defeat Li Qing in his mind.
Li Qing's Future Body looked at him calmly. "Have you not heard? Times change."
"As for the right timing, I am in the Northern Domain. I replace Heaven's heart with my own; I am Heaven, and Heaven is me."
"As for the right terrain, I command the Great Dao of feng shui, construct feng shui dragon veins, and use human power to reshape heaven and earth. What right terrain is there to speak of?"
"As for the hearts of the people—look carefully at what they truly are."
With a sweep of his hand, the mist pervading every direction silently parted.
Behind the Northern army, figures emerged one after another, marching forward from the rear.
Like nodes in a network, they were scattered throughout the army's rear ranks.
Men and women, old and young, clutching woodcutters' blades, sickles, axes, and hoes.
Every one of them radiated unwavering resolve, their eyes blazing with the fire of vengeance as they converged upon the Northern army.
With every passing moment, the Northern army grew stronger.
An indescribable force swept forth, blotting out the sky and covering the earth as it crashed toward Heart Lamp Buddha's aura.
Rumble.
It was as though muffled thunder had sounded through the void.
Heart Lamp Buddha looked at those raggedly dressed people. Some held nothing more than battered farm tools.
Yet in their eyes, he saw an incomparably steadfast will—to fight for vengeance.
When one holds a sharp