584 Plan (1/2)

Hailan City.

It was the largest coastal prefecture. It had magnificent, large streams that converged to form a giant harbor that could connect to the East Ocean.

The water traffic within the city was intersected; the narrow, packed network of rivers split the city into tiny patches while numerous different types of boats passed through.

Looking from above, it was a city that floated on water.

At that moment, several large warships stopped at the large harbor as though they were fortresses moving across the water. Many people, who were wearing unusual uniforms, walked down.

”Father!”

One of the lines consisted of troops, wearing bright red uniforms, and ladies, whose auras were graceful and restrained.

Among them was a young lady with an egg-shaped face. She grabbed her father's arm nervously and said, ”You must be careful on the journey this time!”

”Don't worry, we, the Red Cotton Sect were a well-known sect in the Red Prefecture before… Even if we were forced to move, nothing would happen!”

The middle-aged man comforted his daughter by patting the back of her hand, but his heart was filled with helplessness.

A sect's foundation was based on their ability to control a territory. Only when it had a territory could it receive various kinds of offerings and be able to take in disciples.

Although it sounded vulgar, it was, in actual fact, the highest priority.

The arrogant dream masters from before were able to rule Da Qian only because they had a paradise with a large amount of resources. They had almost caused chaos in the imperial court as well.

After having power, one would naturally have greater ambitions, this is common knowledge.

Dream Masters were able to produce resources themselves, providing for thousands upon thousands of the Spiritual Knights and Wuzongs. Naturally, they would ask for a higher power.

Of course, with the turn of events, many Dream Masters died after the Demon Spirit disaster. This kind of power was also lost completely. The fight for the few spots with resources left in this secular world was, however, increasingly violent.

This was even more true for the coastal prefectures, where they were, luckily, able to escape from the hands of the demons.

Many leftover sects and small forces travelled there to escape from the disaster and began fighting for the resources with the local villains there. Just from the amount of bloodshed that the middle-aged man saw, there was definitely no less than 10.

The Red Cotton Sect had no choice but to fight viciously with the enemies for over 10 battles before they were barely able to get one small town to stay in.

”The Demon Spirit disaster has yet to end, yet humankind are killing each other for small territories. This is too ridiculous!”

The middle-aged man tilted his head up to look at Hailan City, his eyes burned with a trace of hope, ”Maybe… Heavenly Spirit Association can change what's happening now!”

In order for the disputes to end, to accommodate and stabilize were all jokes. The best way to end the war was for a strong power to oppress everything, and even unify everyone.

”After this alliance meeting, Heavenly Spirit Association would be completely under the East Ocean Prefectures. No one would dare to defy their orders, hence, this might be able to solve all the disputes!”

The middle-aged man sighed and pulled his daughter's arm, ”Let's go… follow me and enter the city!”

Looking at how the faces of his disciples still showed their childish nature, he was filled with determination. Even if Heavenly Spirit Association really unified the world and challenged the position of the Demon Spirits, he wouldn't be afraid to depend on the association and give up some of his decision-making power.

At this time, no matter what sect one belonged to, one had to be able to let go of it.

Of course, this consensus was agreed only among the Spiritual Knights.

Under the command of the Heavenly Spirit Association, there were still some misunderstandings between many Spiritual Knights and Wuzongs. Although they weren't looked down upon like when the Dream Masters were in the commanding position, the problem between them was still gradually multiplying.

This was especially so for the hate between Spiritual Knights and Dream Masters—it was difficult to resolve.

After several massacres, it didn't matter who was right or wrong previously. They wouldn't be able to coexist unless one party was completely defeated.

At that moment, a small boat with a black awning also stopped at the harbor.

Fang Yuan was dressed all-white, with a beautiful jade that hung on his waist, a silver hat on his head, and carried a fan in his hands as if he was a son from a wealthy family that was out on a solo trip. He leisurely walked to the harbor, looked up at the sky, and squinted his eyes.

”Fate tends to move in one direction, this is how human thoughts are determined! If there's no power interfering, then the Heavenly Spirit Association will succeed this time and even dominate the east side!”

Ever since the Fiery Golden Eyes had increased to level three, he was able to witness many different phenomenons as long as he focused slightly. This was the case even when he was at the Da Qian Empire.

For this, Fang Yuan could use fate to directly explain it and could still be confident in being successful. If he acted like a fortune teller, he might even be able to earn a name for himself.

”The day of the alliance meeting is drawing near. There might be talents hidden in Hailan City…”

He identified the phenomenon of the nothingness and had plans immediately, ”The one seizing the unrivalled ability here must be connected to the Heavenly Spirit Association.”

After talking to the two ex-sages, Fang Yuan didn't agree nor disagree. Instead, he casually dismissed Evil Divine and Baize before coming to Hailan City himself.

”The world has been split into four now. If the Alliance of Dream Masters want to advance, becoming large and powerful, then it needs to take these coastal prefectures. The conflict with Heavenly Spirit Association, on the other hand, cannot be avoided…”

The production of resources by dream masters were mainly dependent on themselves.

Any one of the fertile lands would yield a large amount of production, the heavenly abode of the sages could even be compared to a small world.

Hence, the Dream Master from before wasn't very interested in having a spot with resources. However, this wouldn't work anymore.

The abode of the sages had collapsed, the fertile lands no longer existed, and there were all kinds of fights for survival. This caused the scramble for resources to become increasingly violent.

”If there weren't any accidents… When the Demon Spirit disaster was about to start at any moment, was it the first time that human cultivators engaged in a large scale infighting?”

Fang Yuan gazed at the sky, and suddenly looked towards the outside of the city and recited in a quiet voice.

In that direction, he instantly saw a few black clouds nearby. They were familiar, and should be Dream Masters that had changed cultivations. They even had a mighty power to back them.