Chapter 166: In the primordial wilderness, endless spy shadows; myriad tribes dance in the palm!

Launch the greatest divine war, tear open the era's dark curtain, welcome the descent of reincarnation!

Fengxi spoke with unbounded fervor, brilliant light flashing like a merry-go-round around him, appearing even more solemn and pure.

Child.

Are you willing to devote yourself to it?

Are you willing to contribute your effort to this?

If you are willing, when reincarnation is completed, relying on your merits, you can see the person you constantly think of.

Fengxi wore a kind smile on his face.

He felt some regret in his heart.

Being too handsome and young, lacking the weathered, wise gaze, lacking a convincing beard, lacking white hair that signifies rich life experience, his influence diminished just a bit.

After all, many beings subconsciously believe that the older one's appearance, the more knowledge and experience they possess.

Sayings like 'old horses know the way,' 'steady as an old dog,' 'old sows climbing trees'...

Nevertheless, this is already enough.

The Red-root Dog devoutly clasped its paws, head bowed, 'I am willing!'

Blazing flames burned in his eyes, 'I am willing to sacrifice my body, for the great cause of reincarnation to go through fire and water, treading over all obstacles!'

He is very devout and resolute, and will become an excellent warrior.

Of course.

Although it's a willing deception, the Red-root Dog still has some brains.

When signing the initiation agreement, he hesitated and asked, 'If the victory of the reincarnation holy war lies in the future, does it also apply to us beings of the past...?'

Naturally it is effective.

Fengxi said solemnly.

Even if he himself is not clear, it doesn't hinder putting on a clear-headed act, continuing the deception calmly and composedly.

'Lady Houtu, what a great and exalted existence she is! The reincarnation she created is likewise magnificent.'

'Once reincarnation is established, it stands forever!'

'Spanning past, present, and future, encompassing all Myriad Heavens worlds… even beings that have perished in the past will likewise benefit from this mechanism.'

'Otherwise, how could His might be displayed, boundless and unrivaled?'

Fengxi boasted wildly.

Reincarnation, in his description, is like a perfect, flawless Great Luo, once proven eternally proven, once achieved eternally achieved…

Anyway, boasting costs nothing; he just keeps blowing, giving newcomers ideals and motivation.

As for saying, can the Houtu Ancestral Witch accomplish the completion of this reincarnation that is being exaggerated the more it is boasted?

If it can be completed, is it constructed out of thin air into such a magnificent reincarnation artifact?

Or does it require placing a Great Luo inside, to serve as a server, as a core?

That Great Luo must be peak‑strong, able to withstand the meddling of other heavenly wills, to prevent the foundations from being destroyed.

Hey!

We'll talk about it later!

The plan, Fengxi has already put forward.

How much the leadership is willing to invest is the leadership's affair.

Besides…

This is a matter to be considered only after fighting the greatest holy war.

At that time, if the Houtu Ancestral Witch is unwilling, after finishing a feast, she could simply wipe her mouth and indicate—this situation would need serious discussion, perhaps first making a rough version to get by?

No.

Incorrect.

What rough version? What perfunctory effort?

It does not exist.

This comes off as too perfunctory, lacking sincerity.

It should be called a trial version! A trial period!

It is a preliminary correction trial version made for the sake of the forthcoming perfect reincarnation!

As for why, after experiencing it for three years then another three, the ideal reincarnation still remains unseen—

You must understand!

Don't you know Lady Houtu, who daily oversees heaven and earth and manages myriad affairs, is very busy?

Go back and wait patiently for notice!

When the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked; when the birds are gone, the bow is stored…

After crossing the river, the bridge is dismantled; after climbing onto the roof, the ladder is pulled away…

Standard procedure, stay calm… stay calm!

Even.

If public sentiment surges and a decision must be made—

Fengxi too had long since come to this realization.

He will step forward, transform into a temporary shaman, and bear all of this!

—The Reincarnation Divine Sect is his responsibility, his outlook on reincarnation is his own bragging, and Lady Houtu has never said anything about it.

If anyone bears a grudge, let them come straight at him!

This is Fengxi's wholehearted loyalty to Lady Houtu, who granted him the grace of rebirth.

Among the remaining ancestral witches, who wouldn't envy Houtu?

How loyal a subordinate?!

How many years of hidden virtue must one accumulate to earn this blessing!

Fengxi harbored a thought that could not see the light in his heart, while calmly propagating.

The Danshen dog was completely tricked into becoming lame.

It underwent a baptism of the storm of thought, and in its shattered heartland recondensed the ideal goal of a thriving life's struggle.

"My lord, what should I do?"

It was high-spirited, asking, "How shall we wage a divine war for reincarnation?"

"Are you wanting me to assassinate the die-hard opposition?"

"No." Fengxi pressed his hands down, signaling to stay calm and not be rash, "For now, we need not do that."

"Our Reincarnation Divine Sect is a sect with a creed, open and aboveboard; we have no need to do such covert deeds."

"Because, by developing solely on the correct path, we will make all our enemies tremble."

"Therefore, the sect's arrangement for you requires you to go undercover, deep into the soft underbelly of the opposing forces, to seek out miserable beings who share your fate, and covertly transmit the idea of the great divine war — "

"Darkness will eventually pass, and the bright reincarnation will surely arrive!"

"In this process, for better and faster propaganda effect... afterwards, you will receive our training."

"We will quickly give you a crash course in a hundred cultivation arts, so you will have the means to quickly open up a situation in unfamiliar environments; as well as the corresponding linguistic arts, counter‑espionage techniques, and simple danger‑premonition divination responses……"

"By then, you will take this knowledge and wisdom far afield, openly operating a pill‑shop, an artifact‑shop, a cultivation‑materials trading shop, and so on…… to build a network of contacts, screen for united like‑minded beings, and dig up seedlings with talent and potential for cultivation."

"Instill the ideology, teach them to yearn for light."

"Thus, a great net, the most terrifying net deeply buried in darkness, will be woven."

Fengxi was guiding.

The witch, looking very experienced, spoke in a clear, logical, point‑by‑point manner.

"During the network's development, for maximum secrecy, everything is a single‑line connection."

"Do you understand?"

The Danshen dog nodded vigorously, his voice firm, "I understand!"

Fengxi smiled satisfactorily, looking at the very enlightened little horse…… no, it was his subordinate, he pondered briefly, and outside the temptation of reincarnation he once again let go of a straw.

— Just saving people, how could that be enough?

And there's revenge!

"You can rest assured."

"Your hatred will eventually have a day of release."

Fengxi laughed and said, "When the divine war unfolds fully, you will see the downfall of your enemies."

"Your comrades, beings who share your aspirations, will sweep away those evil lackeys who abet tyranny in this age."

"Even if your strength is insufficient."

"But once you join our Reincarnation Divine Sect, we are all one family…… isn't it reasonable to call on family for revenge?"

"Even the final blow to slay your enemy can be left for you."

"How?"

"Thank… thank you, my lord……" the Danshen dog laughed through tears, "I will surely give my all, devote every ounce of strength, to help the reincarnation destroy this dark age……"

The Danshen dog's situation was not the only one being staged.

At the same moment, there were far, far many others with similar experiences.

Fengxi manifested countless avatars, facing each avenger one‑on‑one, and with his unparalleled personal charm he completely subdued them.

From now on, they are the most loyal supporters of reincarnation.

They are not mere lip‑service supporters.

But rather, they are die‑hards possessing the utmost resolve to act.

Under the direction of the great archbishop——Fengxi, they will break apart, disperse into the sea of demon folk, and work covertly in dedication.

Single‑line contact, intelligence gathering, developing downlines……

Fengxi directed a grand play, staging 《Honghuang: Layers of Spy Shadows》.

After endless ages, perhaps a sweet fruit will bear, burying an era.

"The lower limit of war has been raised again." The artist looked at the busy Fengxi organizing data, curled the corner of his mouth, and said, "Your contribution is not small."

"The whole tribulation, consequently the art style becomes ever more distorted."

He commented.

Fengxi did not think so.

"Can this be blamed on me?"

"Without my tossing and turning, reaching this step would have been inevitable anyway."

"Warfare is deceit!"

"Meet with the orthodox, win with the extraordinary!"

"War, in order to win, is by nature to use every possible means—any method will be employed—isn't that a matter of course?"

"The Lich Great Tribulation is not playing house, not child's play."

"You just pile the two sides together, then rush in with knives and hack wildly?"

"Who doesn't have a brain?"

Fengxi defended his actions.

"Even in a head-on battle, one still pays attention to troop deployment and firepower allocation!"

"What more when it involves the widest space and the longest duration of confrontation?"

Fengxi spoke with growing vigor, confident and eloquent, his aura surging.

"Good, good, good... you're right." The painter hastily cut off the debate on this issue, directly changing the subject: "What are you doing?"

"Arrange suitable cultivation arts and future postings for those members serving as the grassroots information network hubs." Fengxi explained, "Their personalities determine which ethnic groups, regions, and civilizations they should interact with; and what professions are in demand there."

"I will help them design the quickest opening to enter, so as to carry out the work most efficiently."

"Is that so?" The painter mused, "Then training in cultivation arts..."

"Just directly implant a copy of spiritual experience." Fengxi said lightly, "I'm not really expecting them to achieve outstanding results in this regard... needing this is merely for convenience in work."

"Having the basic capability to operate and sustain an information point on their own, even without our support."

As a mature spy infiltrator, one must learn to support oneself and spread one's net.

"Besides these, also load some experience in reading people's expressions and deceiving with smooth talk."

"I don't expect them to innovate; just following the textbook is enough."

Fengxi clapped his hands, "Mastering these skills, through long-term covert operation, they may someday become a great help."

"I advise you not to get your hopes up too high." The painter, however, shook his head at this moment, "The Demon Race's upper echelons will surely take countermeasures."

"They're not stupid either."

"Even if the Great Luo doesn't intervene, employing various extraordinary means to purge and purify the lower members is no problem."

He warned Fengxi, "The Demon Race, possessing the talents of heart-reading, soul-searching, and memory-seizing, numbers at least a million kinds across the Honghuang... not to mention, there are also overwhelming realm advantages as an irresistible force."

"I know." Fengxi nodded, "So my arrangement is to maintain as single-line contact as possible..."

"Even if exposed, they won't be completely destroyed."

"As for the Demon Race's upper echelons conducting a thorough, stringent inspection of the entire clan with the most rigorous methods... I'm not afraid either."

"Because... the Demon Race itself is constantly creating tragedies!"

"Our Samsara Divine Sect may suffer heavy blows, but it will never be destroyed."

"Unless..."

Fengxi smiled, leaving some words unspoken.

Unless, a Holy Emperor emerges to restore the Human Dao!

The painter also did not pursue the question.

He simply said, "As long as you have it figured out in your heart."

"Right."

"The opening ceremony of the All-Sports Games will start soon... Are you ready?"

"Naturally." Fengxi confidently nodded, "I've already prepared the manuscript; I just need to go up and read it."

"These are merely peripheral details."

"The real key lies in those behind-the-scenes operations... How have you arranged them?"

"You won't be disappointed." The painter said calmly, "From the venue setup, to seating arrangement, to the specific placement of competitors, to external publicity..."

"In each of these aspects, I have done my best to the utmost, stirring the passion of the participating clans, yet leaving no obvious trace."

For clans with grudges, make them rub against each other.

For clans without grudges, create the source of grudges through various coincidences.

But these small moves must not be too obvious.

Make everything appear as natural and reasonable as possible.

Moreover, keep the grudges within a certain limit so they don't erupt on the spot—after all, the All-Sports Games are still underway.

If something really goes wrong, wouldn't that be slapping the Wu Clan's face?

So contradictions can exist, but they must not reach the point of disregarding everything and erupting on the spot.

Rather, they should become the kind of resentment that, while on site, one must endure for the sake of the bigger picture, but later, the more one thinks about it, the angrier one gets.

—Endure for a moment and the more you think, the angrier you get; retreat a step and the more you think, the more you lose!

Lighting the fuse of grudges, yet not letting the bomb attached to the fuse explode on oneself... this is an art.

When this art involves hundreds of thousands or millions of clans, affecting billions of sentient beings calculated in units of billions, playing them in the palm of one's hand, oneself remains utterly unaware, being manipulated to dance, and still believing it is an action arising from one's own heart...

This can already be called a Great Dao!

The painter is thus a master of this Dao, having achieved peak accomplishment.

In terms of danger, he is in no way inferior to Fengxi; both are the sort that belong on a special list.

When going out and walking the world, everyone must regard them with a guard-against-thieves gaze.

Yet, strangely, no one dares to take the lead in calling for everyone to beat them.

It's really too sinister!

If they were to be noted in a little black book, the days ahead... just thinking about it sends chills down one's spine.

"Since you already have full confidence, that couldn't be better."

Fengxi smiled, "All right... let's go out together to welcome those guests!"

This chapter is an extra third chapter for the alliance leader... although it's a bit late.

(End of chapter)