"Do it ourselves."
Cheng Xinzhan repeated the words.
"Exactly. Do it ourselves."
Marshal Yuan nodded and said, "By now, the Righteous Path across the land more or less understands. At first, everyone took Green Robe's transformation into a dragon and the Three Corpses' founding of their sect in the four hundred and thirty-ninth year of Ming as the beginning of this Demon Calamity, calling it the 'Jiwei Demon Transformation.' Later, however, everyone realized that the true beginning had come a year earlier, when Blood God Child silently destroyed Western Kunlun and founded the Blood God Sect. Whether it was Green Robe's transformation or the Three Corpses' founding of their sect, Blood God Child's shadow lay behind it all."
"After that, the Demon Calamity swept through the Divine Land in mighty waves, developing separately in the north and south. Counting carefully, a full fifty-four years have passed. Now the south has settled down, and even the great Transforming the Wasteland into Fertile Land project you oversee in Eight Gui has entered its seventh year. Yet the North remains exhausted, and the counterattack by the Righteous Path forces North of the Yangtze is still neither hot nor cold."
"So in my view, there is simply no need to wait any longer. I fear that if we drag this out too long, the Demon Path will put down roots. If a mountain flood never recedes, its sediment will settle until it becomes clear water. Clearing away the scourge then will likely be even harder.
"If you truly intend to root out the Northern Faction, Scripture Master, the time should be about right. Moreover, in my view, the Northern Path can provide support in this demon-slaying campaign. They can embroider flowers upon brocade, but they cannot take the lead; we can hardly expect them