The flattery and sycophancy of the petty people echoed throughout the celestial palace. Behind the immortal seated on his throne at the deepest part of the palace, a celestial wheel slowly rotated, releasing a vast celestial might that made the air feel thick and oppressive. This was the reason why the petty people vied to flatter him.

Each of them grew up listening to legends about immortals, but only today have they had the opportunity to see real immortals.

As for the previous immortal, sorry, they were not qualified to pay homage. Only the former overlords of the Sumeru Realm were qualified to make contact. Back then, they could only look up at them.

"Kid, how much longer are you going to listen to them praising you? That's enough!"

"Call me Master!"

Feng Bingwen was very dissatisfied with this title. Although he had just left his unique spiritual imprint on this immortal artifact through verbal exchanges, the difference in strength meant that he had very little control over the artifact and mainly relied on the other party's cooperation.

"master!"

Wu Xing Tian Lun was speechless, but he could only obediently do as he was told. After all, this kid had already left his mark on him, so a lukewarm address was nothing.

"What did the immortals who previously ruled the Sumeru Realm do?"

Because this was the first time he had directly managed such a prosperous and blessed land, Feng Bingwen chose to copy—no, to learn from the advanced experience of his predecessors.

Although the Dao Lord told him that as long as he didn't completely destroy the benefits, he could do whatever he wanted, he should just take that with a grain of salt. If he really turned the place upside down, he'd see if the Dao Lord would let him off easily.

“The situation is different for each blessed land. The situation with Sumeru Blessed Land is the easiest to solve. You just need to pick a few good-looking little guys and let them manage it. If you encounter any problems that they can’t solve, then give them power. It’s time-saving, labor-saving, and worry-free!”

"Management on behalf of others?"

Feng Bingwen raised an eyebrow slightly, which was not in line with his wishes, after all, this was a land of little people.

Can I intervene directly?

"Of course you can, but that would waste your cultivation time. Are you willing to do that?"

"Hmm!"

Feng Bingwen pondered for a moment, then offered a solution.

"Just multitask!"

"Suit yourself. Anyway, all you're doing is distracting yourself. You'll be the one who regrets it later, not me!"

"..."

Feng Bingwen ignored the immortal artifact and looked down at the tiny figures who were anxiously looking up at him. Even without using any supernatural powers or spells, his figure was still so imposing to these tiny figures.

After all, the little people are Feng Bingwen's clan. As for the definition and name of these little guys, these little guys who are only about three inches tall do not think they are small. They only think that the immortal clan is too tall and big.

"come out!"

Red, white, yellow, black, and blue spiritual light flashed in turn around Feng Bingwen. Then, five celestial spirits exuding a magnificent and vast aura appeared beside the immortals, looking down at them together. This was the perspective of the lowly people.

"Choose the people you like, and then do everything in your power to help them grow and thrive!"

Feng Bingwen issued a command to his companion spirit.

Based on the choices of many predecessors and the advice of that spiritual artifact, Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't ignore them. Sixty years is too precious a time. This is a shortcut that the Supreme Dao gives its disciples to embark on the path to immortality. It would be a pity if they didn't know what was good for them.

Therefore, Feng Bingwen abandoned the idea of ​​diverting his divine sense to interfere with the development of the villains in this world. However, he chose his own five companion spirits as a second choice.

Anyway, it doesn't matter whether these guys cultivate or not. The power they possess depends entirely on Feng Bingwen's strength. In comparison, it's better to let them cause some trouble in this miniature world.

Putting everything else aside, it can at least hone one's spirituality and accumulate wisdom—a sure-fire deal!

As for what kind of results this would cause, Feng Bingwen could also foresee them.

After his predecessor took over the blessed land, the Sumeru Blessed Land would be unified in a very short time, followed by a period of peace that would last for nearly 60 years.

With the departure of the immortals, order collapses, only to be restored when the next immortal arrives. This cycle repeats itself endlessly, perhaps even eternally, in the future.

It sounds rather pathetic that the little people living in this blessed land of Sumeru are like this, their fate entirely dependent on the disciples of the Supreme Dao, and their own choices and will having nothing to do with it.

However, they were vassals. As a weak race that was close to humans, it was already a great honor for them to submit to the Supreme Dao and be accepted and housed in the blessed land opened up by the Dao Venerable. If they dared to ask for anything more, they would be too ungrateful.

A vassal should act like a vassal. The Supreme Dao can decide the development and growth of their clan by sending a disciple at will. This is a fact.

As for deciding one's own destiny, there's no need to say more of that nonsense. Weak groups have no right to autonomy, and those weak groups that are unaware of their own weakness have long been lost in the river of history.

Now, the newly arrived immortals do not intend to follow the conventional arrangements of their predecessors, but have decided to take a different path and want to establish a Warring States period in the blessed land of Sumeru.

These lowly people could only obey and integrate into the upcoming Warring States period, adapt to the new landscape, and strive not to be eliminated.

"Peaceful competition!"

Feng Bingwen knew that his arrangement would prevent the little people in this blessed land from living in a country with a unified order, but he also did not want to actually reenact the bloody Warring States period.

War is far too cruel. Any living being, unless it is mentally deficient, will yearn for a peaceful and stable life.

At that time, the most important constraint came from the Heavenly Book. He deliberately instigated a war and harmed a tribe. Heaven knows how many evil deeds he would commit.

It was precisely because of these concerns that Feng Bingwen laid the foundation for the upcoming "Warring States Period" in the Blessed Land of Sumeru: confrontation and competition were acceptable, but bloodshed and even war were out of the question.

roar!

cracking!

Quack!

Having received Feng Bingwen's instructions, the five spirits exchanged glances, then rubbed their hands together, casting excited gazes at the anxious, tiny figures before them.

Leading a nation and competing with other countries, even if it doesn't lead to large-scale bloodshed and war, is enough to excite them, since they spend most of their time inside Feng Bingwen's body.

Go!

Feng Bingwen waved his hand, and five beams of celestial light of different colors flew out from the celestial palace and fell down to the vast and boundless earth below. They would guide this blessed land for sixty years and establish a new order.

"An immortal!"

The little people who possessed the ability to fly entered the celestial palace and were able to see the venerable face of Feng Bingwen were panting and uneasy, or perhaps bewildered, confused, and ignorant, somewhat bewildered by the situation before them.

This was completely different from what they had imagined, or rather, such a situation had never appeared in the historical records of their Sumeru Realm, and no one knew what to do.

"I will go into seclusion for sixty years. All affairs of this world will be decided by my Five Guardian Spirits. Those of you who are willing can seek out their traces. Those who gain their approval may establish a kingdom!"

Feng Bingwen conveyed his will to these little figures, and it was almost visible to the naked eye that most of them showed expressions of ecstatic joy, with only a very few having somewhat gloomy expressions.

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According to convention, only one person, or at most a handful, can gain the recognition of an immortal. But this immortal is not in charge of affairs, yet he has dispatched his subordinate immortal spirits, which directly increases the chances fivefold. How can this not be delightful?

Only those who are full of confidence and certain that they can gain the recognition of the immortals will feel bad at this moment, feeling that their immortal destiny has been taken away by others.

But Feng Bingwen wouldn't care about these little guys' feelings. It wasn't that he was cold-hearted and looked down on ordinary people, but rather that he simply couldn't afford to pay attention to them. After all, there were too many petty people, and he didn't know a single one of them.

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs.

The principle is the same: what is called inhumanity is actually the greatest benevolence. Whether it is an emperor or a beggar, everyone is treated equally, without favoring or disliking anyone.

Feng Bingwen is now like the heavens, well, that's a bit arrogant. But having received the authority bestowed by the Dao Lord, Feng Bingwen is truly like the embodiment of the Dao in this blessed land. With a single thought, he can turn the ocean into mulberry fields.

Go!

Feng Bingwen simply shooed these ambitious little guys away. In his eyes, the Dao essence flowing freely was far more captivating than these little guys, and they weren't worth wasting time paying attention to.

Although, according to the Dao Lord's will, he could use his authority to plunder the various resources produced in this blessed land to strengthen himself, hadn't he already dispatched the Five Guardian Spirits? Besides, there was still sixty years left, enough time to slowly plunder.

"Immortal, I do not seek power or influence, but only the Great Dao. I humbly beg you to have mercy on me and allow me to serve by your side!"

Just then, a sword light burst forth that caught Feng Bingwen's attention, briefly resisting the power he casually unleashed. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a sword cultivator!

Even Feng Bingwen couldn't help but nod slightly in approval of the sword intent that the little boy had cultivated. As for the little boy's strength, well, let's not even mention it.

After all, race matters. A tiny human, barely three inches tall, will be suppressed and beaten even if he is several realms higher than the human race, unless he reaches the immortal realm where he can transform with just a slight step forward.

Take this little sword cultivator in front of us, for example. According to the human race's realm classification, he is probably at the Yuan Dan realm. Such cultivation would be respected as a great cultivator among humans.

However, due to their race, releasing such a Yuan Dan Grandmaster would be a laughing stock. Although the Immortal Path emphasizes comprehension, that is only when everyone's conditions are similar. Physique, race, and bloodline are also very important.

Just like those mythical beast races whose bloodlines are inherited from the ancient times, even if they just lie there dozing and basking in the sun all day, their individual strength can easily crush 99% of the creatures in this world. There's no way around it, that's just how unfair it is.

To overcome the overwhelming disadvantage brought about by one's race, the only way is to embark on the path of immortality, persevere, and undergo multiple complete transformations.

"allow!"

Feng Bingwen naturally agreed to such a request. Although he was a bit small in stature, he was still a great cultivator. Once his cultivation level improved further, he would be of great use. With a little more training, wow, who wouldn't be envious?

"Although the Daoist energy is abundant in this blessed land, it is limited by the imperfect laws governing this place, making it impossible for Earth Immortals to be born. However, there should be quite a few Human Immortals!"

Feng Bingwen was in high spirits upon arriving in the city and gaining the allegiance of a villain, and his thoughts began to wander.

The resources within this blessed land are absolutely sufficient to allow any living being to ascend to the level of a human immortal, but currently only one great cultivator has pledged allegiance to him.

Yes, that's normal!

Rather, he should be grateful that a powerful cultivator has come to him for refuge; he shouldn't be ungrateful.

The previous ruler of Sumeru Paradise must have taken away all the little human immortals and Yuan Dan great cultivators born there when he left.

There's nothing to comment on about this behavior; he would have done the same in his place. However, as the successor, facing a field of leeks that has been thoroughly cut down, leaving only the roots, one can't help but feel a little melancholy.

"We need to urge those guys on. Population development is of paramount importance, followed by the spread of Taoist magic!"

Upon entering, Feng Bingwen was greeted with an unexpected surprise, which immediately piqued his interest.

The average quality of the little people is not very good, but with such a large number of them, a group of elites can still emerge that would make even immortals envious!

"Everyone practicing cultivation? No, we can't do that, production will collapse. Everyone testing qualifications? Hmm, that's not bad, we can think about it!"

Feng Bingwen pondered carefully. As for his thoughts, they could be simultaneously transmitted to the hearts of the five guardian spirits. Even if his true form sat motionless in the celestial palace, the five spirits could perfectly execute his thoughts.

In fact, as he dispatched the Five Spirits to the mortal realm, and with the departure of the previous immortal, the Sumeru Realm, filled with numerous kingdoms, immediately erupted into chaos.

Especially after the group of forces qualified to send people to the Celestial Palace received the message brought back by the returnees, this blessed land became even more lively!

Anyone with a bit of inside information, or any powerful organization, is searching for the descending spirits, hoping to gain their approval so they can use their power to establish a dynasty!

The search was not easy. The Five Spirits, guided by Feng Bingwen, did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts; in fact, they openly set up a test, selecting individuals who aligned with their individual desires.

Then they would establish their own dynasties, each with its own authority, to fulfill Feng Bingwen's will and cultivate powerful cultivators...