Planning a Succession for the Divine Temple

"Me, a wanderer without a base, I don't need the wind to blow!" Jian Wushuang retorted to Wu Zuo. He wasn't wrong; he truly was a wanderer.

After the threat was neutralized, he felt as if something was missing, spending his days wandering from place to place.

Hearing this, Wu Zuo thought Jian Wushuang wanted a base, so he generously said, "Why, have you taken a liking to a place? I'll take it for you!"

He didn't care about his reputation, even going as far as to take the Emperor's territory, knowing Jian Wushuang wouldn't lower himself to do it, so he prepared to play the villain himself.

Nowadays, Qishen Temple was teeming with talent, but the downstream river of time was small, the wasteland was vast, but it wasn't suitable for cultivation.

In comparison, the middle stream wasn't small either, but each strong individual occupied large territories.