Morning.
Immortal Palace, Land of Immortal Ancestors.
Fu Qingjun inserted his consciousness into a loyal plant, a face protruded, quietly observing the disheveled old man, "They are coming."
Fu Qingjun kindly reminded him.
But other than that, he couldn't change anything.
His combat abilities were weak, using Bailong to incite internal conflict, but he hoped Bailong would win.
"Is all this destiny? I seem to see the malice of destiny, mortals always wanting to kill gods?" Bailong's face showed a faint smile.
Fu Qingjun remained silent, not believing in such ethereal things, suddenly spoke: "Mortals do not seek to kill gods, but most parallel destinies in this world are but a law; the law at hand: reform, push certain things, and face certain obstacles of the common people..."
"For instance, the Moon Surface Nest Kingdom."
Bailong's demeanor was calm.
He promoted a system to restrain his opponents, though it was a progression of the era, a renewal of civilization.
