Chapter 714: Dragon Qi

"The future of the Bright World is dark and dim, but the chosen ones have hope of surviving. As meritorious ministers of this world, we can become the claws and fangs of Chaos, gaining the favor and protection of the Chaos Lord, and even achieving immortality. Such opportunities are rare. Mr. Clark, tickets have always been limited."

The priest of Nurgle let out a sinister, hoarse laugh: "Your daughter is at the Ronald Reagan Medical Center, isn't she? As far as I know, you are a key target in my lord's oracle."

Eddie Crank did not reply. He watched the mosquitoes surging like clouds, then dispersing into the streets and alleys, even into various buildings.

The city's magic tower defense array could detect such tiny creatures and annihilate them in the first moment, but it was more outward-facing than inward.

The trouble was that these mosquitoes within the city proper mostly originated from inside the city. They came from sewers and drains; a massive number of eggs hatched in an extremely short time, mingling among the crowds and near residences, making the city's magic tower defense array hesitant to act.

This caused the mosquito population to grow rapidly, rolling like clouds, and thanks to their body structure, they could to some extent ignore weaker magical protective barriers. This rendered the magic defense arrays of all buildings in the city powerless to repel them.

Just a few seconds later, Eddie Crank heard a buzzing sound in his ear. It was a few mosquitoes that had already entered this floor.

But just as a bitter smile appeared in Eddie Crank's eyes, his expression froze slightly.

"Please make a decision as soon as possible, Senator, for your wife and daughter, and for your own future. I can stay here at most three minutes. Being a Chosen of Nurgle is the best condition I can offer you now. Next time, there won't be such a good deal—"

The Nurgle priest Minter Bird's voice choked, and his eyes also looked out the window in astonishment.

He saw large swaths of mosquitoes falling to the ground, most already lifeless, and the exceptions died within an extremely short time.

The overwhelming, despairing swarm of insects was cleared away in an instant by a force. The dark sky also returned to brightness, and warm sunlight shone down into the city from above.

Even the mosquitoes that had infiltrated the buildings were no exception; Minter Bird could no longer hear the sound of their wings.

Through the glass curtain wall, many people could be seen astonished. Pedestrians on the street had previously taken refuge in nearby hotels, office buildings, and shelters. But now, some among them with higher martial power were stepping out, looking outward with awe.

"It's the Divine Empress Angela!"

"The power of death has killed these insects."

"This is the power of the Goddess of Dreams and the Underworld."

"This is a miracle! The gods are watching the mortal world, protecting us! The evil gods cannot succeed."

"Great Empress, thank you for your protection of us mortals. You have saved this world."

After confirming that all mosquitoes were dead, most of the people who had taken to the streets knelt down on the spot with excitement and began to pray devoutly.

Eddie Crank, standing before the glass curtain wall, also looked slightly solemn. He clasped his hands before his chest and prayed silently.

He was not a follower of Angela, but in the doctrine of the Church of Destiny, the Lord of Destiny and Angela had always been one and indivisible.

About thirty seconds later, Eddie Crank turned again to look at his former friend, but a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

"Lord Bird, it seems our god is not as fragile and powerless as you thought."

"Are you leaving? To be honest, I now wish you would stay here. I know you turned to Nurgle because of liver cancer. You underwent three surgeries and used the best drugs, but it recurred three times due to heavy work. The pain spreading throughout your body made you choose the evil god. I sympathize with you, Mr. Bird. But isn't it better to accept death peacefully? Angela is a merciful goddess; she can allow all who have not committed major sins to enjoy happiness in her divine kingdom and underworld, and to welcome eternal rest on a future day. And the divine kingdom of the Lord of Destiny is no different from the heaven proclaimed by the Church of Light. Why must you become this ugly form?"

"Narrow-minded! Ugly or beautiful, it all stems from human sensory perception; to higher life forms, it is meaningless."

Minter Bird said as he stepped into the darkness behind him.

He knew that a team of powerful 'National Purifiers' had entered the building.

"You will regret this, Mr. Clark. The struggle of the Destiny Pantheon makes you mistakenly believe they still have power, but the truth is far from it. The four Chaos Gods are joining forces to overthrow this world. If they make even a small mistake now, human civilization will be destroyed. Our only way out is to submit and join in. Clark, I know you are ambitious and by no means a stickler for rules—"

"Boom!"

As the office door was blasted open, the Nurgle priest Minter Bird's figure completely disappeared into the darkness, and his voice had no follow-up.

Eddie Crank, who outwardly maintained his composure, immediately picked up the phone.

His wife and daughter were at the Ronald Reagan Medical Center at UCLA; he had to confirm their safety as soon as possible.

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At this moment, Li Mochen let go of his wife's hand in the underworld.

Angela's aura was slightly weak, due to the need to cover the death divine power over all five continents and the trillions of mosquitoes on the four Mist Continents.

Her divine power consumption was enormous. In the previous three months, the 288 energy pools in her 36-story magic tower had all discharged their energy, dedicated to storing divine power, but now they were all depleted.

Yet even so, it was not enough. Ultimately, with the support of Li Mochen's divine power, she accomplished today's feat.

But this weakness was only temporary. Angela already felt that tens of billions of people in this world were praying to her. This brought her a great amount of faith power, allowing her to recover to full strength in the shortest time.

Presumably after today, the number of her followers in the mortal world would also increase greatly. The Church of the Goddess of Dreams would surely become one of the mainstream faiths in the world, rather than having to rely on her husband's church as before.

"A Mo, I don't understand. You could have removed these mosquitoes in advance, nipping the disaster in the bud."

Angela's mood was very complex, feeling both joy and guilt.

The reason she was able to kill all the vast number of mosquitoes in one fell swoop this time was, first, the divine authority of 'Network' covering the whole world, and second, a virus that Li Mochen had spread in advance within the bodies of these mosquitoes.

It was highly contagious but not lethal. It posed almost no threat, yet it was enough to become a fulcrum for the conduction and eruption of Angela's death divine power.

But this also meant that Li Mochen had predicted this change long ago and prepared countermeasures.

He could have caused these mosquitoes to die early, preventing the disaster from breaking out.

Although this miracle and the growth of faith made Angela very happy, her divinity made her feel uneasy.

"But in fact, I couldn't stop it."

Li Mochen shook his head slightly and began to explain the reason, knowing he had to appease Angela.

"I learned of this matter three months ago through my avatar, and then through time reversal, I spread this virus in the past. It lurked in the blood of livestock like cattle and horses, eventually entering the mosquitoes cultivated by Nurgle. But I couldn't kill them all; most of their offspring were latent in the egg state. Acting rashly would only alert Nurgle, causing it to change its plan, which would be of no benefit to us."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Angela thought for a moment and realized that what Li Mochen said was true, then blushed with embarrassment.

She thought she shouldn't have doubted Li Mochen. Her husband had strong control over his own consciousness and was rarely swayed by faith, but his divinity had always been pure as jade.

If there were a way to prevent it in advance, he would never sit idly by while his followers were harmed by the four Chaos Gods.

But she shouldn't have made such a mistake. The truth could be known with just a little thought.

Her baseless suspicion not only insulted her husband but also put herself in the position of a 'petty person.'

"No need to apologize, Angie. The cunning of the Chaos Gods is well known. If we only act according to our divinity, we will eventually be toyed with by them."

Li Mochen generously held Angela in his arms. He knew the reason. His wife was still affected by divinity.

Angela's growth was too fast, almost comparable to his. But his wife did not have a top-tier artifact like the 'Divine Cloud Spirit Fortune Purple Tower' to suppress luck and mind, so she was inevitably disturbed.

So this time, although Angela displayed a miracle worldwide, if he could choose, Li Mochen would rather give up this opportunity.

After today, although Angela's power would be stronger, her divinity would face even worse conditions.

Therefore, his current urgent task was to find an artifact for Angela that could suppress divinity.

Next, Li Mochen did not rush back to the divine kingdom. He accompanied Angela for a whole day, helping her stabilize the divine restlessness caused by the surge of faith, before leaving Angela's underworld.

After his return, the 'Spy Angel' Reinhard Heydrich immediately summarized the losses to him.

"Excluding the Middle East and the Mist Continents, where Her Majesty the Empress's divine power could not reach, at least 12 million people were infected this time, greatly increasing the burden on our medical system and making future epidemic control more difficult. Fortunately, thanks to the emergency production of protective suits, few of our medical staff were infected."

"Also, due to Her Majesty's miracle, there was not much panic or despair among the people. However, the power of hope has grown significantly, which benefits Tzeentch."

After hearing this, Li Mochen's face showed a mix of distress and helplessness. The four Chaos Gods covered almost all human emotions, and any large-scale emotional fluctuation would increase their power.

This meant that no matter what they did in response to the crisis, it would be wrong.

"They are just that shameless," Dack the Warlord expressed sympathy. "So you must ascend to God of Gods as soon as possible, or further control the Source, otherwise they will eventually wear you down. Many pantheons and civilizations have been destroyed this way. And the more developed the civilization, the higher the information dissemination, the more easily it is affected by them."

Dack the Warlord took his leave after a seven-day visit to the Bright World. During this period, he conducted a comprehensive inspection of the gods and military forces of the Destiny Alliance, with Li Mochen accompanying him throughout.

Of course, the entire Destiny Pantheon also held back to some extent, unable to fully trust the Asura, but Li Mochen still showed Dack most of their power one by one.

The only suggestion from the departing Dack was to expand the army as quickly as possible.

"The military forces gathered by the Terra Empire are at least a thousand times greater than yours, I mean, including the Blue Blood Legion I lent you."

"It is expected that after the war begins, all parties will not stand idly by and will help reduce your pressure. But you, Andrei, must also maintain a strength equivalent to 220 Divine Will Legions to be able to confront the Terra Empire in the Astral Realm. According to our calculations, this is the minimum requirement."

Li Mochen was also helpless about the military expansion. Magic energy professionals were not leeks; their cultivation took time. The number of Divine Will warriors and angels was even more problematic. The Destiny Pantheon had too short a history, and its foundation was a hard flaw.

Besides, he also had to fight against the low birth rates in various countries.

Li Mochen had reached the limit of his patience with the declining birth population. He was even ready to issue a divine decree banning sterilization surgeries and condom production. But due to huge opposition from the public, it had not yet been implemented.

What comforted Li Mochen was that the Destiny Alliance's relentless cultivation of magic energy professionals over the past twenty-plus years was nearing the harvest period.

A large number of high-level magic energy professionals, legends, demigods, and so on would soon emerge in large numbers.

As long as financial resources and production capacity could keep up, 220 Divine Will Legions could still be achieved within five years.

"The birth rate is indeed a problem. Let me think of a way for you. I know of some artifacts specifically crafted to solve racial reproduction. But my next visit should be in two years."

Dack knew that Li Mochen could not trust the 'Goddess of Life and War' Isabel, so he didn't even mention her.

"Actually, you can appropriately relax control over desire and pleasure; this helps the birth rate. Don't give up eating for fear of choking. Then you can find a powerful life goddess. Your pantheon doesn't even have a life-related deity."

In fact, Li Mochen himself was one; his life divine authority had entered pseudo-truth.

But limited by divinity, Li Mochen did not let his priests widely promote his authority over life, so its influence was relatively limited.

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Boom!

Above the summit of Mount Olympus, a bolt of lightning suddenly exploded, producing a huge roar. The pervasive dark clouds filled this beautiful divine kingdom with a gloomy atmosphere.

This also symbolized the mood of the kingdom's master, Zeus, who sat high on his throne, looking down at the mortal world with cold eyes.

Due to the great distance from the main material plane, the faith in Olympus in the mortal world had greatly diminished, and Zeus's divine power could no longer illuminate the entire main material realm. But he could still observe important cities like Manhattan and Los Angeles without obstruction. However, these images from the mortal world made his mood extremely bad.

"Your Majesty, our army is ready. However—"

At the foot of the throne steps, the God of Wisdom and Miracles, Wima Medici, slightly bowed: "I suggest you cancel this expedition. For us, this will be a war with great risk and not worth the gain."

"Silence!"

Gaia sat beside Zeus, her expression majestic, with some dissatisfaction as she looked down at the God of Miracles.

"Mind your status! Mortal god, even if we are to stop the war, it should be decided by us. This is not for you to meddle in."

Due to a certain person, she now harbored great disgust for all gods who grew up in the mortal world.

And Wima Medici not only shared the same origin as that person but also had a certain kinship with him, which made Gaia even more hateful.

"Lady Gaia, I am merely offering advice to my lord as a subordinate god of His Majesty Zeus."

Wima Medici did not retreat; he did not even look at Gaia: "Your Majesty, we have exhausted all resources, and currently we only have a military strength equivalent to fifteen Divine Will Legions—"

Before he could finish, a huge stone hand rushed out from the ground, firmly grasping his body.

At the top of the steps, Rhea's aura was cold as ice. She knew this fellow was challenging and ignoring the authority of Mother Goddess Gaia.

But the next moment, Zeus waved his hand, causing the stone hand, which was about to crush the God of Wisdom and Miracles' divine body, to crumble into powder.

"Your Majesty!" Rhea immediately frowned, looking at Zeus.

"Mother Goddess, please note that this is my subordinate god, and this is my Mount Olympus."

Zeus's expression was calm: "I do not think he has done anything wrong. Let him continue. As the God of Wisdom, he has the right to offer advice to me."

Rhea instinctively felt some anger, but then she noticed that many gods in the hall were frowning, showing more or less dissatisfaction.

She realized that her behavior was indeed an affront to Zeus's authority. At the same time, she was surprised that this mortal god had already gained such a network of connections in Mount Olympus.

Weimar Medici bowed deeply to Zeus with immense gratitude: "And now, the Lord of Fate alone possesses over forty Divine Will Legions and sixty-five Divine Wing Knight Orders. They are using only a third of their forces to purge the Blood Feast Demon Insects. Currently, Nurgle's power has not caused the chaos in the material plane as we anticipated; they still have strength to spare. That Lord of Fate even expects our arrival—they can calmly annihilate our armies on the material plane and then level the entire Mount Olympus."

"He is right!"

This was Hephaestus, the God of Forge, now the sole remaining powerful major god in this mountain after Apollo, Athena, and many other gods betrayed the Olympian pantheon.

"Father, a rash attack will only squander our last strength."

"But the great Lord of Slaanesh also promised that He would revive the Primordial Races and Primordial Giants, whose power could equal twenty Divine Will Legions."

This was Hera, her eyes full of unwillingness: "They still have many powerful deities."

"Your Highness, if reviving the Primordial Races were useful, Ahura would not have been swept away by the Lord of Fate and forced to leave the Bright World."

Weimar Medici glanced at the expressionless Chaos God: "The fifth fortress built by the Alliance of Fate in the Arctic Circle was completed a month ago. Now at least 3,000 fortress particle beam cannons are aimed at them, and they have seven permanent grand fleets. I personally estimate that the moment they are revived, they will be completely killed by the Alliance of Fate—"

He could not continue, for a graceful figure appeared in the hall: "No need to argue, everyone. This plan has already failed."

It was Slaanesh, whose expression was calm, without much disappointment.

"There's no need for futile sacrifices. Instead of continuing this doomed plan, it's better to invest resources in the future."

Then, with a pitying gaze at Zeus, He said: "And I bring you bad news."

Zeus was momentarily stunned: "Is it related to the Lord of Fate?"

"Yes. Just now, your Goddess of Love and Desire, Venus, Goddess of Hope, Pandora, and God of Afterthought, Epimetheus, have entered the divine kingdom of the Lord of Fate."

Slaanesh sighed: "They have clearly betrayed you."

Zeus's eyes narrowed as he swept his gaze toward Venus and Pandora among the crowd. But the moment his eyes touched the two goddesses, their figures collapsed like bubbles.

"Venus! Loki!"

At that moment, a roar like a wild beast erupted in the temple. Boundless lightning burst forth at the peak of Mount Olympus.

"Calm down, King Zeus."

Slaanesh shook his head: "I also bring you good news, but—"

She glanced sideways at the gods in the temple with a half-smile: "It's not convenient to speak here."

Zeus waved his hand, signaling the Olympian gods to withdraw, leaving only Gaia and Rhea in the hall.

Both frowned, their eyes filled with worry. If it were twenty years ago, the loss of Venus and Pandora, deities unrelated to combat, would have been insignificant to the well-established Olympian pantheon.

Hope and disaster, love and desire, though indispensable, could be replaced by many within the Olympian pantheon.

But now, the loss of any major god was an unbearable burden for Olympus.

"Fortunately, I met with Venus before this."

With just one sentence from Slaanesh, the expressions of those present relaxed slightly. Though the Chaos Lord was vague, they could roughly guess what had happened.

"Then, I would like to introduce a friend to you."

The next moment, a black figure walked directly from outside Mount Olympus into their sight.

"Good day, everyone!"

The black figure had impeccable manners. Smiling, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to Zeus and the others: "You may call me Fulgrim. I bring the friendship of the Terran Empire."

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At the same time, at a small dock on the continent of Antolia, another Slaanesh was speaking with a middle-aged fisherman who had been there all along. The latter chuckled: "I thought you came to me to call me to account."

"I am not so narrow-minded or bored. In the past, haven't we often hindered each other?"

Slaanesh's figure materialized behind the fisherman, his demeanor lazy and cold: "Besides, this time I didn't come away empty-handed. I regained some power and gained a few more followers. Only Nurgle is furious—his investment was huge. These genetically modified mosquitoes, from cultivation to outbreak, required a great deal of divine power. Nurgle has no foundation in this world; he had to use ten times the divine power loss to support his actions here. But the final gain fell far short of his expectations; he couldn't harvest more 'despair.'"

Slaanesh looked at the fisherman with a cold gaze: "I just want to know, did you help them?"

"Just because my power grew?"

Tzeentch shrugged: "But in fact, I did nothing this time. I just watched from afar, and you failed."

Slaanesh's gaze remained cold. He couldn't believe Tzeentch just because of that. The Lord of Schemes, Deceit, and Lies was far stronger than this world's God of Trickery, Loki.

Lying was second nature to him, though he generally didn't tell baseless lies. The skill of high-level lying is nine parts truth, one part falsehood.

Tzeentch always did this, and his power of deception made people instinctively believe.

"Then you must know how he did it, right?"

"Yes. He rewound time and laid the groundwork for Nurgle's failure three months ago. Nurgle wanted to spread his plague through mosquitoes, but the virus created by the Lord of Fate also entered those mosquitoes. He has a very capable virus god under him, and there are at least five hundred types of viruses latent in mosquitoes in this world, yet Nurgle was completely unaware."

Tzeentch smiled: "My dear, you won't blame me for not warning you and Nurgle, will you?"

Slaanesh clicked his tongue: "No, of course I won't blame you for that. As I said, we've always been hindering each other. But now I suspect it's not that you were unwilling to warn, but that you couldn't. You didn't learn the truth much earlier than I did, right?"

"That Lord of Fate can combine time sequence and jumping, which you can never do. His actions in the past were very covert, meaning he guarded well against you. At the same time, his power over time sequence and fate is above yours."

Tzeentch smiled ambiguously, as if disdainful of defending himself.

Slaanesh became more certain, sneering with a curled lip: "Even so, you insist on letting his power continue to grow?"

He didn't wait for Tzeentch's answer; the Chaos Lord's figure vanished from the dock.

"It doesn't matter. You don't need to answer. I've changed my mind now. Since we can't solve it before the Emperor awakens, letting him clash with the Terran Empire's forces seems like a good show. Tzeentch, one last piece of advice. I don't know what you're plotting, but you'll eventually reap what you sow."

"But how do you know I haven't done anything, my kin?"

Soon after Slaanesh's will disappeared, the fisherman sighed, retrieving the empty fishing hook from the sea: "I know some of your arrangements, but if that's all, you won't win in the end."

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After the Dark Overseer left, Li Mochen returned to the top floor of the Fate Manor Magic Tower to go into seclusion.

First, he took stock of the gains from his previous trip to the Outer Realms. Killing two gods of P20 before the 'White Scar' had yielded seven Mythical Artifacts.

Two of them were Pseudo-Truths, but unfortunately their divine authority abilities were mediocre. Not to mention compared to the 'Gungnir Holy Spear,' they were far inferior even to the 'Thebes Holy Shield.'

But this was the norm in this world. Don't think Li Mochen obtained artifacts easily. Normally, a god of P20 might not acquire a single powerful 'Pseudo-Truth' artifact in hundreds of thousands of years.

Partly because artifacts and source matter were hard to come by, partly because their own divine authority was weak, unable to contend with powerful god-kings, and thus unable to obtain better resources.

Zeus and Odin, in the entire Outer Realms, were among the top, rare existences among all P20 gods.

What disappointed Li Mochen was that besides the artifacts, these two god-kings had little wealth.

His battle with the subordinates of the King Without Land had not served as a warning to them. Both still carried almost all their possessions on them.

The problem was that their wealth was indeed meager; among their belongings, there was little that interested Li Mochen. Even the total value of these items did not exceed 20 million Soul Gold Coins.

Only three red pills of unknown function piqued Li Mochen's interest.

He couldn't identify their origin. After consulting the knowledgeable Zhuanxu, the latter was also clueless. He would have to wait for the next Myriad Worlds Trade Fair to see if he could learn their origin.

The artifacts were lent out immediately, not staying in his hands for more than three days. He couldn't let these items gather dust in his treasury; Li Mochen knew that only by putting them in the right hands could they benefit him and the Fate Pantheon the most.

Artemis and Apollo were examples. After obtaining the 'Sun Golden Ring' and 'Hand of Natural Order,' the two siblings, to repay their debts, went from a laid-back combat rate to the top three among all subordinate gods.

Recently, the two had been fighting on the front lines, doing their utmost to help the Alliance of Fate's army suppress the Blood Feast Demon Insects. Other powerful subordinate gods were also doing their best to accumulate merits, greatly enhancing the cohesion of the entire pantheon.

They believed that Li Mochen would not acquire only these few Pseudo-Truths in his life, and his generosity and fairness had won over all the gods.

Thus, Li Mochen's strategy was effective and recognized by the gods.

Unfortunately, these artifacts were not powerful enough to strengthen the entire pantheon. Otherwise, Li Mochen would have chosen to raise an army again, capture Mount Olympus, and completely eliminate this last隐患.

The biggest gain this time was still the 'Scepter of the Time King.'

Li Mochen placed it before him, then took out the Dragon Nurturing Jar and set it before him.

Three months ago, Li Mochen had already placed the dragon qi he had nurtured into the jar, and the complete dragon qi in the jar had increased to four strands.

The jade bi that Zhuanxu had promised had long since arrived in his hands.

Li Mochen had originally planned to transform the jade bi into a jade seal and then merge the four strands of dragon qi into it.

But this 'Scepter of the Time King' changed his mind.

In the West, the scepter holds the same status as the seal in the East; it is an implement symbolizing kingship and imperial power, ranking first among symbols of kingship like the scepter, sword, crown, orb, and arm ring.

This 'Scepter of the Time King' itself had an interface for accommodating 'dragon qi.' Of course, the West has no concept of dragon qi; they consider it the manifestation of 'Mandate of Heaven.'

In essence, it is indeed the Mandate of Heaven—an indescribable thing with complex origins, some formed by terrain and geography, some from the world's will, and part from human hearts.

This artifact, which could transform between a scepter and a sword, had the ability to receive the Mandate of Heaven.

Li Mochen considered that he was ultimately in the Western world, so this 'Scepter of the Time King' was more suitable as a symbol of authority to command the Fate Pantheon in the future.

Since it was ownerless and the previous owner's spiritual imprint had been worn away by time, Li Mochen easily refined it, imprinting his own consciousness into the artifact's core.

Next, Li Mochen only rested briefly, then slapped his right hand to open the seal of the Dragon Nurturing Jar.

Instantly, four golden rays shot up from the jar. They hovered in the air for a moment, then descended, circling around Li Mochen.

Dragon qi attaches to kings. As the master of a pantheon, Li Mochen had the ability to attract them, and very strongly.

But if a better attachment target appeared in the future, or if someone else tried to seize them, these dragon qi would leave him. Additionally, they would be consumed.

As the Fate Pantheon expanded and its history grew longer, the dragon qi Li Mochen possessed would naturally decline.

This was the law of natural development. Looking at the past history of the Bright World, there had never been a country or pantheon whose 'Mandate of Heaven' lasted forever, eternal.

They would eventually fall, perish—just a matter of time.

To prevent dragon qi from declining, one method was to maintain internal political clarity and stabilize popular sentiment, which would also nurture 'dragon qi' and make it stronger; another method was to artificially constrain and nurture it.

In both East and West, there were complete sets of methods to extend, nurture, and strengthen dragon qi.

Its benefits were many. When the four strands of dragon qi were constrained and locked into the scepter by Li Mochen, he first sensed a change in his 'Divine Sky Spirit Fortune Purple Gold Tower.' The originally purple-gold tower body radiated auspicious light.

Then, the 'God-King' and 'Kingship' inherent in the scepter were both elevated to the Pseudo-Truth level.