They did only one thing—wait, wait for a chance when Li Qing could no longer hide himself before making their move.
The civilizations of the random universes suffered a devastating calamity.
Li Qing's projections in universe after universe saw this scene, and his brow furrowed deeply.
"Sure enough, there's no possibility of openly establishing a faction."
"The slightest trace exposed brings down a thunderous strike."
"It seems I can only continue analyzing the circumstances of each universe, following the power systems of their original preachers, and taking the path of stealing believers to spread the teachings."
"That means the Way of Civilization will find it difficult to spread perfectly through any universe."
"Before, I only needed to spread it to three thousand universes. Now, I need at least twenty-five thousand."
"Only then can I ensure that all nine Great Dao directions are spread through three thousand universes each."
Faced with all-out suppression, Li Qing made a few calculations and discovered that his path ahead would only grow more difficult.
With a deep sigh, Li Qing's Future Body sat cross-legged within Primordial Chaos. His consciousness split into countless streams, separately controlling all his projections as they cautiously altered the direction of their teachings across several thousand universes.
At the same time, among the more than one hundred universes that had not formed alliances, he had already completely taken control of more than a dozen.
These universes began making Primordial Chaos jumps, heading directly toward the regions of Primordial Chaos to search for all kinds of universes. Brand-new clones within them would send projections into those universes.
He needed to spread the teachings to more universes. Not a moment could be wasted.
There were still more than one hundred and twenty thousand Unique Universe years until the Supreme Cataclysm. It seemed like