Chapter 11672 — The Tree Longs for Stillness, Yet the Wind Will Not Cease
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Not merely filth and disorder on the surface, but the underlying fortune of the whole Nation of Sin—chaotic beyond all decency.
Such underlying fortune doomed the Nation of Sin to remain forever a foul mud pit, forever incapable of establishing any positive order akin to the Inner Royal Court's.
For this very reason, though many factions knew of the Nation of Sin's existence, not one had ever been willing to sink roots and cultivate it.
Because there was no point to it.
After all, who would willingly build their nest in a foul mud pit?
Yet looking at it now, though the overall order of the Nation of Sin still could not match the Inner Royal Court's, lacking its high coordination and clear structure, the whole place exuded an air of flourishing prosperity—verily the signs of great governance!
Even its lowest fortune had begun to surge upward, plainly entering an ascending course.
At this rate, the day might well come when the Nation of Sin's order surpassed the Inner Royal Court's—and it was no impossibility!
Remember, the Inner Royal Court was now in the midst of a great upheaval; its downhill slide had only just begun.
Yi Liuchao could not help but feel a little dazed.
If the two orders truly were to reverse, who then would be the land of criminal exile, and who the Inner Royal Court's true orthodoxy?
One had to understand that the Nation of Sin's positioning was, in essence, two sides of the same coin with the Inner Royal Court.
If those two sides truly flipped, the joke would be a great deal too far.
The Nation of Sin merely had a rotten foundation; in theory, at least, the ceiling it could reach was in no way inferior to the Inner Royal Court's!
"Such a grand design—who in the world stands behind this?"
Yi Liuchao's blood ran cold the more he thought; the deeper he considered, the more he broke into a cold sweat.
Just then, Yi Liuchao's hairs stood on end, and his whole body abruptly turned into an unremarkable stone statue, his state identical to that of the crimson ape Wei Zhao had encountered before.
The next second, a vast, half-there and half-not wave swept past.
Only after a long while did Yi Liuchao release the petrified state and re-enter his stealth, only now grown even more cautious.
Wei Zhao saw all of this perfectly clearly.
"He even knows a trick like that—now there's a talent."
Had he not been backed by the new world, whose perception let no faintest stir escape him, any ordinary god-level powerhouse would have been fooled blind by Yi Liuchao's methods.
Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong opponent.
Yi Liuchao continued his stealth.
A full three days later, he still maintained utter vigilance and patience, cautiously prowling the edges of the Nation of Sin.
Until, of a sudden, a faint tremor rose unbidden in his heart.
Yi Liuchao rejoiced inwardly: "A surge of inspiration! This is an omen of opportunity!"
As a quasi-god powerhouse, he had known such experiences many times, and each had brought enormous benefit, never once failing.
This time would surely be no exception!
On the road to godhood, he had walked ninety-nine of a hundred steps; only the final push remained. Could his chance at godhood truly be bound up with this Nation of Sin?
Yet in the next instant, Yi Liuchao was sharply on his guard.
"This may well be a lure set by that god-level powerhouse!"
So, though the temptation was immense, he maintained absolute restraint and made no rash move.
Watching this, Wei Zhao said with amusement: "This fish doesn't seem so easy to hook after all."
"What the hell would you know!"
Jiang Xiaoshang was not the least bit flustered, still seated serene upon his fishing perch.
Seeing this, Wei Zhao did not interfere, and continued to watch at his leisure.