Time passed.
A month had already gone by since Zhao Ruiming had completely taken control of humanity.
Nothing major had happened during that month.
Humanity seemed to have entered a period of peaceful development.
With large numbers of cultivators connected to the traitors sentenced to labor reform, all kinds of resources and energy had become far more abundant.
The only thing was that, under Zhao Ruiming's instructions, wave after wave of propaganda had been launched to deepen everyone's hatred of demons and monsters.
Whenever there was nothing else to do, they would flog the dead horse—turning the stories of Song Shanhe and the others into films, television dramas, stage plays, and even short tales.
Seated in the Speaker's office, Zhao Ruiming's gaze fell in the direction of the secret chamber.
Even now, the demons and monsters had not sent anyone over, instead leaving him plenty of opportunities to develop.
"This Speaker position is really exhausting. I should've given it to Bai Changdu."
Stretching lazily, Zhao Ruiming felt as though his old bones were about to fall apart.
Humanity was too vast, and there were too many matters to handle.
It truly was unbearable.
"Speaker, today's itinerary includes inspections of the three top universities. In addition, there will be a meeting this afternoon on further promoting the Qi Refining Formula..."
His secretary's voice kept ringing in Zhao Ruiming's ear.
Every day was packed from start to finish.
North of the United Great City.
Near a mining site.
A young man looked at the sky, then at the distant scenery, and could not help letting out a sigh.
It had been a month.
He had spent a month at this mine, digging every single day, day in and day out.
His cultivation had not progressed very well, but it had not been