Zhao Muze certainly knew that this was not Zhao Country.
Otherwise, he could have resolved it himself.
But now…
Zhao Muze couldn't!
He had already foreseen it, a thousand years ago.
The world, a thousand years later, would be a Spiritless World.
That is to say, cultivators, one in a billion would not exist.
By then, he wouldn't even need to possess highly advanced Dao techniques; he just needed to sacrifice the soul of the Little Prince and then occupy his body to turn the endless fortunes into his own.
By then, he would be the master of this world.
Restoring Zhao Country would be completed at the mere thought of it.
Unexpectedly, Shi Yaoguang had emerged as such a variable.
Every time he thought about his millennial plans possibly turning to nothing, he couldn't help feeling bitter.
But now was not the time for sorrow.
He must quickly appease Shi Yaoguang, otherwise…
His life would be over.
Whenever he thought he might die here, he couldn't help but feel resentful.
