"An army of righteous kings? Who? Me?" Chu Mo felt a strange unease.
Looking back on what he had done in the Savage Realm and how he had treated its natives, he had handled them exactly like Native Americans.
He gazed at True Person Mo Yuan on the raised platform, brimming with righteousness, as though he bore the weighty duty of enlightening all realms.
That radiant, imposing bearing, capable of bringing peace to a nation and stability to a state, showed not the slightest trace of pretense. Chu Mo could not help inwardly sighing. I still have so much to learn.
True Person Mo Yuan paid no heed to the disciples' differing thoughts below. His voice rang like a great bell as he continued his proclamation:
"The sect never begrudges its rewards. Whether you ascertain the circumstances of a realm, chart its mountains and rivers, analyze its cultivation system, uncover information on its various foreign arts, or purge wicked rebels who stubbornly resist...
"According to the merits you earn, you will receive Spell Coins, pills, cultivation arts, Dharmic Instruments... and even..."
He deliberately paused, his gaze blazing like a torch as it swept across the crowd. Only after every disciple's heart hung in suspense did he slowly speak:
"An opportunity to establish a Dao Mansion!"
The moment the words "Dao Mansion" reached their ears, thousands of disciples, regardless of cultivation, stopped breathing for an instant. Countless gazes turned fiercely hot.
That meant receiving the register and achieving Foundation Establishment! Not only would they rise above other people from that moment onward, they would also have the chance to continue cultivating and ascend toward the Great Dao.
In ordinary times, only by devoting themselves to cultivation, comprehending the Dao a Dao Venerable manifested in the world, and then waiting agonizingly for