The Ten Thousand Realms, suspended in the middle, are like the Chu and Han River Boundary on a chessboard, with both sides continuously cultivating forces and sending them in.
Waging war under the teachings of "Father."
In the span of five thousand years a day, from the perspective of macro-history, this is destined to be a protracted war, a clash of organizational ideologies that began with eons.
Just like the Power Council and the Dark Matter Alliance back then.
And the two celestial phenomena, the Ancient Dragons and Ancient Trees, with Li Qing secretly stirring the pot, fueled hatred madly, resulting in the Lower Realms engaging in brutal conflict.
A few fleeting seconds of life.
If not spitting vitriol, then on the path of conflict.
On the surface, Li Qing, under the guise of Nokron, occasionally appeared compassionate, maintaining his image in front of two maids.
