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He had also prepared to lure over the Golden Cores behind those people.

Then, he planned to raid some sects and families without great formations, those Artifact Cultivators were truly wealthy, he was genuinely envious.

Indeed, it was a land of plenty.

Spiritual Energy abundant, tempers abundant too.

He shook his head and said no more, introspecting within himself, he hadn't yet chosen the entry that appeared after his breakthrough to the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, he had been too busy to look at it until now when he finally had the time.

...

Meanwhile—

In the northernmost part of Da Xia Country.

Within the Endless Desert.

A young Brown Bear stood on a high platform, enjoying the excited cheers of countless members of the Brown Bear Clan, while not far away, in the very center of the desert, dense patches of Spirit Rice were gracefully dancing.

"Son, you've done it."

The young Brown Bear's father was equally excited as he patted his son's shoulder, "I apologize for doubting you earlier, I never imagined you could actually grow Spirit Rice in the desert!"

"It's a miracle!"

"A problem that the Devil Clan hasn't solved for so many years, and you've solved it!"

"Son, do you see the fanatical look in the eyes of our clan members? You've replaced me as the Clan Leader of this tribe already, and before long, you could even become the king of the Brown Bear Clan!"

The young Brown Bear's furry mouth corners lifted slightly, as he stood on his hind legs, his gaze icy and filled with fighting spirit as he looked toward the direction of Xuzhou, "I've always said, the Devil Clan must be united!"
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"It starts with the unification of the Brown Bear Clan, becoming the king of the Brown Bear Clan is just the beginning, not the end."

"Father, please select some strong members of the Brown Bear Clan. I need to train soldiers, arm them to the teeth. In the future, they will be the core strength of my Devil Clan's army, as well as my trusted followers."

"When the Devil Clan's army breaks through Xuzhou—"

"The glory belonging to the Brown Bear Clan will spread across the entire continent!"

Just as the young Brown Bear's eyes showed his unabashed vision for the future, and the aura of a ruler almost materialized around him, he failed to notice that the tribe members down below, who had been excitedly cheering, had begun to fall silent, their eyes filled with confusion as they looked toward their new Clan Leader.

Even the Old Clan Chief looked at the young Brown Bear with some confusion, "Son, I have a question, what do you need trained soldiers for?"

"Hmm?"

The young Brown Bear frowned deeply, turning to his father with some incomprehension, but still raised his furry bear paw coldly and said, "It's of course to invade Da Xia, to occupy the fertile lands of Xuzhou!"

"To carve out a homeland for the Brown Bear Clan!"

"What's the purpose of conquering territories?"

"Countless food!!!"

The young Brown Bear declared decisively and with fiery enthusiasm.

"But..."

The Old Clan Chief, puzzled, pointed towards the dense Spirit Rice dancing in the desert: "Don't we already have an endless supply of food?"

"Under your leadership, my son, it took us less than ten days to successfully cultivate a vast expanse of Spirit Rice in the desert and even brought in a great harvest. We already have so much food now, why take the risk of our people dying to invade Da Xia Country?"

"..."

The corners of the young Brown Bear's mouth twitched, and after a long silence, he finally spoke softly, "That was a miracle."

"A miracle that unites the Devil Clan. My intention was to use this miracle to strengthen the Devil Clan's unity, not for the Devil Clan to live happily off these rice crops in the Endless Desert."

"I understand your intention, son. My point is we already have endless food, so why attack Da Xia Country?"

"..."

The young Brown Bear stopped speaking, his face expressionless as he walked to the side of the high platform, leaped into the air gracefully, tracing an elegant parabola, and nosedived head-first into the desert, motionless.

He was feeling weary at heart, he longed for home, how he wished he could go back home.

Impossible to lead.

Wasn't it just by rousing people's emotions with half a million loaves of bread during that one person's speech? Why couldn't he stir them up.