Legend of the Great Sage

attle.
His opponents were renowned immortals and buddhas, worshipped across the six realms of saṃsāra and the trichiliocosm.
Each and every one of them had amassed the power of belief over who knew how many tens of thousand years.
Not only did they grasp the laws, but they also grasped the wills of the people.

If he was not even willing to pay this small price, how was he supposed to contend against them? Perhaps it was exactly because the seven Great Sages lacked this bit of power of belief that they had been suppressed.

War was not a game.
Even to gods, it was the same.
What he had to sacrifice was not just these regular demonfolk as well.
As the king of the Demon Gods, he was the most important offering.

Hua Chenglu touched his furrowed forehead gently with her slender fingers and asked curiously, “Do gods dream too?”

Li Qingshan answered softly, “Gods are the dreams of the living creatures.”

“Dream?” Hua Chenglu blinked her eyes, trying her best to understand what he meant.

Li Qingshan rubbed her head.
“It’s time for me to go.”

Hua Chenglu did not try to make him stay.
She just smiled.
“Take care.”

The flower had already bloomed, so there were no longer any regrets.
As for when the admirer of flowers would visit again, that was the admirer of flowers’ problem.

The traveller left with the sweet memory, continuing onwards with that distant dream—on that pitch-black, rainy night, the young man in a rain cloak stood in an alleyway with a small girl beside him, clasping his hands at the carriage that raced past, bidding farewell to Yu Zijian and Hua Chenglu who were still young girls, vanishing into the pitch-black curtain of rain.

TL: This is referring to chapter 162.

And then? Oh right, he faced off against commander Zhuo Zhibo.
He was ordered to complete a mission, to investigate a morgue, but in reality, Zhou Zhibo had been trying to use the Zombie Daoist to finish him off.
That was the same place where he had encountered the disciples of the school of Mohism lead by Hao Pingyang.
Afterwards, they entered the underground cave together and faced the Zombie Daoist, killing off Zhuo Zhibo.

Out of the mohist disciples, only Hao Pingyang had survived until today.
He had been quite talented as well, having undergone the third heavenly tribulation.

However, Li Qingshan had no plans to enlist him to the Demon domain like he had done with Li Long.

The Demon domain’s agriculture was not developed, but when it came to machinery, no one world was close.
Even beyond the Nine Heavens could not compare to it, let alone the tiny World of the Five Continents.

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Who could help the fact that the Demon domain had a Demon God Jiazuo?

Legends had it that he was originally a lord in the ancient times.
He was fascinated by all sorts of machinery since he was young.
Before he had even turned ten, he was capable of carving bamboo and creating birds, which took flight the moment they were completed and spent three days without falling out of the sky.
As such, a sage advised him that while wooden birds were exquisite, they brought no benefit to the people, where their practical use was not even as great as an axle carved by an ordinary carpenter.
And, as the lord of a country, he should not have spent all his time thinking about machinery, devoting himself to such an unimportant practice.

However, he did as he pleased and ignored him, continuing to be fascinated by the various machinery and techniques.
Afterwards, when he was exiled to the Demon domain, they had instead given him what he wanted, paving a new path for himself that conformed with the Dao, becoming a Demon God.

If gods ardently loved something, the skill they could achieve was well beyond what mortals could imagine.

Demon God Jiazuo’s ability to create had even surpassed Li Qingshan’s imaginations.
It was well beyond anything that the school of Mohism could come close to.
Over the years, he had gathered a large group of Heretic Gods and Demon Sovereigns skilled in this craft as well, which was equivalent to possessing a construction team of his own.
He was the best choice for the minister of infrastructure.

The Demon domain had already been unified.
What he needed to do next was to focus on infrastructure.
Whether it were water resource facilities, bridges, or roads, he needed to build them all.
In this revolution against the heavens, he needed to build first.

Water resource facilities could increase food production and greatly increase the population of the Demon domain, while roads and transportation could connect the vast Demon domain, such that they could mobilise armies to the front lines at any time.

Strength came in numbers.
People were the foundation of everything.
Only with people could there be cultivators, could there be gods and immortals.
Even the most ordinary demonfolk could provide a tremendous amount of power of belief and determine the final outcome of this war.