Over these ten years.
Jiang Ming's plan had been clear. He now held all of Great Shang firmly in his hands, with vast reserves of dynastic fortune exceeding a million points.
Originally, Jiang Ming had sensed that he had extended the dynastic mandate by three hundred years. Unfortunately, he had directly consumed most of that, leaving only thirty years.
To Jiang Ming, dynastic fortune points were something he needed to keep harvesting. He would never sit on useless numbers without spending them. Turning them into the talent he needed in every field was what mattered most.
Now, Jiang Ming stood ready, saber across his saddle, sleeping with his spear for a pillow as he awaited dawn, prepared at any moment to sweep through the surrounding tribes and nations.
Ten thousand cannons would line up and sweep everything before them.
Of course, unless it was necessary, Jiang Ming did not want to launch a major war either.
In theory, he still had eight years to develop. By then, aircraft, cannons, and warships would advance together by land, sea, and air, sweeping everything before them.
As things stood, everything was proceeding according to plan?
When the time came, Jiang Ming would trigger the karmic tribulation himself. During it, he would do his best to keep developing while his fortune-backed dynasty swept through the surrounding demons, monsters, ghosts, and fiends. Those who followed him would prosper; those who defied him would perish.
Wasn't a karmic tribulation supposed to descend? Then let his Great Shang Dynasty become its sharpest blade, enforcing justice on Heaven's behalf and bringing the tribulation to the demons, monsters, ghosts, fiends, and alien races that refused to submit!
Jiang Ming's thinking was simple and direct, brimming with ambition. He was merely waiting for the moment to erupt.
As for Nuwa,