Jiang Ming had a rough plan for what would happen next. When soldiers came, he would meet them with generals; when floodwaters came, he would dam them with earth. In this era, extraordinary figures abounded throughout the world, and their struggles were brutal.
The vessels his generals and civil officials had been reborn into were all corpses of people killed in magical combat. They had borrowed the dead to return to life.
Next.
Jiang Ming intended to meet every change by holding steady. Developing as quickly as possible for the next six months to a year was what mattered most.
Now that the karmic tribulation was surging, not even a Saint could calculate what would happen next. Heaven's secrets were veiled in dust, and every development and outcome remained uncertain.
As for those fellows preparing to rebel, he would let them brew their schemes.
They could compete and see whether his development or their rebellion moved faster.
The key was that they must not let him discover their rebellion. If Jiang Ming found out, he would immediately send his Taiyi Golden Immortal-level Five Tiger Generals out with Zhuge Liang to wipe the place out.
Throw one punch to break the way open, lest a hundred punches come flying back.
Just get it done.
While Jiang Ming waited for his opportunity, others were waiting for theirs as well.
Jiang Ziya, for example, was also waiting for a chance to act.
Everyone was waiting. That made things even better.
Soon, half a year passed.
After those six months, Jiang Ming had stationed all twenty-four renowned generals and civil officials he had summoned around Chaoge City, granting each an official post that was neither particularly high nor particularly low.
He had them quickly adapt to and master their cultivation, and adjust to this