The first fifty-year goal is to achieve compulsory spiritual practice education, allow all children of appropriate age to be exposed to spiritual practice, and build a complete spiritual practice education system.
The first centenary goal is to supervise and interfere with those in power around the world to ensure that the people have basic food and clothing and the rule of law.
“It’s really crazy.”
Zhuquetian looked at these lines of plain words. The content was concise and clear, but it contained a huge storm.
The Immortal Palace must restore the living standards of the industrial civilization period within 10 years, surpass the previous civilization within 50 years, and achieve prosperity and peace in the world within 100 years.
The most terrifying of these is the century-long goal.
The most basic needs of food and clothing and the rule of law, these two are the requirements of the Celestial Palace, and the lowest is the standard of Shenzhou. I am afraid that Shenzhou cannot fully realize the latter.
The law is something that restricts the weak, but now there is a group of people who want to use it to restrict the strong.
"Fellow Daoist Zhuque."
Suddenly, a voice came into his ears, and an aura of Saint King level came.
Then an old man appeared, with white hair and long beard, wearing a Taoist robe, and looking like an immortal, with a temperament similar to that of the monks in Shangqing Palace.
The Holy King Nanyang Zhenjun.
One of the currently revived celestial ancestors, he is also the highest leader of the area where Zhuquetian is located, which is equivalent to a provincial leader among mortals.
Zhuquetian's mind trembled, and he quickly bowed and said, "Those who have achieved cultivation come first, and you can just call me Zhu Hua."
Zhu Hua is his Taoist name. Although these celestial beings are very respectful to the elderly, and they are very respectful to this ancestor whom they have never met. But people give him face, and he cannot give others a cold face. Only a fool would take advantage of his age.
Nanyang Zhenjun smiled and said, "As one of the Eight Great Masters of our ancestor, he is recognized by the immortals, so he is naturally worthy of being on the same level as me."
"I dare not."
Zhuquetian shook his head, then asked, "What is the matter, Master?"
Nanyang Zhenjun hesitated for a moment and said slowly:
"I want to go to Shenzhou."
"Hmm? But the Shenzhou side is trying to win you over... ahem, ask you to go?" Zhuquetian's first reaction was that someone was trying to win you over.
"No."
Nanyang Zhenjun shook his head: "I don't have the heart to bless the world, nor do I have unparalleled strength. I just want to practice Taoism in peace. If the Immortal Palace is in trouble in the future, or if there is a need, I am willing to work hard, but on weekdays, I just want to practice in peace."
"Then why did you look for me, Senior? Can I introduce you?"
"No, I want to know where the immortals live in seclusion,"
"I heard that the immortal is in the capital of Zhoudi, but Shangqing Palace does not allow anyone to disturb the immortal directly. One needs to report to Shangqing Palace first. This should be the immortal's intention."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Master Nanyang turned around and disappeared on the spot.
Subsequently, celestial beings came to visit one after another, allowing Zhuquetian to see another faction among the celestial beings.
There are quite a few secessionists.
Or ask where the immortals are, or build bridges and connections to enter the land of China.
"Asgard is crumbling."
Zhuquetian suddenly had an epiphany.
This behemoth, with 10 holy kings in charge, is only loyal to the immortals.
Perhaps Beidou will not collapse because of this, and the people's prosperity will not stop, but without the huge group of celestial beings, it is destined to be unable to dominate the entire world.
If we cannot deter everyone, then we will naturally not be able to achieve that century-long goal.
The next day.
Zhuquetian heard about Xiao Yuntian, and then he was summoned to a meeting. The powerful ancestor who had been put on hold in trial stood in front of the stage facing the gazes of countless celestial beings.
He did not display his powerful military force, but took out an imperial decree, held it high, and looked at everyone.
"I am in charge of the Immortal Palace by the order of the Immortal. Who has any objection?"
The scene was silent, there was not even any communication this time. All the factions united in their will at this moment, and all the celestial beings bowed their heads in submission.
"My lord, I obey the order."
The meeting ended, and Nanyang Zhenjun and other holy kings were left behind.
Xiao Yuntian spoke frankly to them, told them everything, and asked the same question from his previous life again.
"Is it the immortal who dies, or is it the heaven and earth that dies?"
The situation is not so critical now, and perhaps they will not face this decision until they die. But everyone chooses to stay again and become the Sky Slasher of the past.
A day later, Beidou opened to the outside world and began to attract investment.
On that day, the port on the Bering Strait was bustling with traffic, as huge ships from China sailed in and countless envoys and representatives landed on their planes.
Countless forces including the Shenzhou government, cultivation sects, capital tycoons, etc. gathered together.
The heyday of Beidou has begun.
Sword Sect.
On top of the towering Tianjian Peak, countless sword cultivators were walking on their swords, which looked exactly like the immortal sect that the people of Shenzhou imagined.
He Kun sat on the sect leader's seat bored, dealing with various matters, mostly about the disciples' teaching problems, various competitions, and annual enrollment.
"Master, this is the list submitted by the government this year. There are 1,000 people in total. How many people need to be eliminated this year?"
The elder in charge of admissions presented the documents.
He Kun raised his head and emphasized: "I am only acting as the leader."
In a sense, he is very similar to Li Changsheng. Both are relatively lazy people who don't like to be tied to a certain position.
"Cough cough cough, that's enough. The sect leader probably won't be coming back." The elder said in a low voice.
"Just admit it. The master hasn't been back for almost a year."
At first, he only went to Zhoudi frequently, then he came back once a month and lived in Zhoudi most of the time. Now, Elder He, the current sect leader, has not appeared in the past year.
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