Guifang Kingdom, Cliff City.
"You failed..."
Looking at the chaotic crowd, the old priest sighed deeply.
Sitting atop the rubble of the toppled Ancestral Temple, Chongming... or rather Xuan Hui, sat despondently in silence.
"The book you acquired, I too have read it."
"Its description of a golden era of 'Human-god governance' indeed stirs yearning."
"But you forgot the most crucial point, Guifang Kingdom is not the Great Xia, Guifang Kingdom does not have a 'king' capable of making the Celestial God step back..."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hui immediately turned to look at the old priest, his eyes filled with unstoppable rage.
"No, it's not I who failed, but they who have gone mad!"
"If everything followed the original plan, the Five Directions Gods would have balanced each other, and we would gain more influence."
"Even if 'human-god governance' couldn't be realized, at most, I alone would be the scapegoat."
"But the Guirong Clan went mad, and so did the Tunchao Clan..."
