Spirit Pagoda (II)

"I won't hide it from you."

"That had been my plan from the start."

Ye Qingcang smiled, glanced at the battlefield that had already entered the stage of division and encirclement, and asked Saint Moon, who possessed internal intelligence from the Temple Alliance, "Speaking of which, do you know which army Zhennan Pass is facing, and whose banner they're fighting under?"

Although the Faceless Man was pervasive.

Ye Qingcang still had limits when it came to using the Faceless Man.

Just as Alchemy was omnipotent.

It could even create life.

Yet Ye Qingcang had stopped creating life after doing so once.

Some things had limitless potential.

But one still needed to have a bottom line as a person.

Perhaps someone might say, then I just won't be a person anymore, right?

Of course, that was possible.

But in doing so, you would essentially be denying your own form of life.

So, talking big was fine.

Just don't keep talking until you convince yourself.

If that truly happened, an opponent who seized upon that weakness would need only one sentence to shatter your state of mind, plunging you into endless self-justification. The more you tried to prove yourself, the more confused you would become, until you finally marched toward destruction.

Whether you became a frenzied powerhouse.

Or a madman with power.

It was all the same as losing yourself.

Being controlled by power.

Rather than controlling power.

The same principle applied.

If he used the Faceless Man without restraint, he could replace all the middle- and lower-ranking members of the Six Great Temples with his own Faceless Men. But that would mean he had to kill the original middle- and lower-ranking members, because only then could the replacements be flawless and free of identity discrepancies.

But that would be nothing but