Having comprehended the essence of the [Dimensional Bag], Wang Hui effortlessly opened a space of his own with remarkable ease.
Regrettably, he had yet to master the sacred relic of the Gulf World, and having incorporated the [Yin-Yang Fish] from the Clan World within himself, he faced vigorous opposition from the forces of regulation in this realm.
This was particularly evident in the endeavor to create a [Dimensional Bag], where the constraints were glaringly apparent!
Wang Hui exerted considerable effort to construct a modestly satisfactory small space, measuring merely around one hundred cubic meters—approximately ten times the volume of Mag's original [Dimensional Bag].
Naturally, the witch's original [Dimensional Bag] had been torn apart by Wang Hui, necessitating the crafting of a new one henceforth.
At present, however, Mag was far too occupied to mourn her loss.
Having witnessed the entirety of Wang Hui's process, her face had become numb from sheer astonishment.
Absurd! Unbelievable!
Could such a formidable expanse truly be conjured by a mere human?
As Mag understood, even the so-called "Master of Space," the sorcerer Obido, could not create a [Dimensional Bag] larger than a third of what this young man had achieved!
Despite her lingering doubts regarding his divine identity, her innermost feelings seemed increasingly inclined to believe...
She could not help but feel an escalating sense of anxiety; the Storm Kingdom had undeniably provoked an adversary far beyond their reckoning!
...
After bidding farewell to the dazed witch, Wang Hui exited the tent, preparing to seek a location to examine the ancient tomes he had acquired.
At that moment, Nalan Xia, who followed closely, softly suggested, "Divine One, there is another captive of particular significance. Would you care to meet him?"
Wang Hui was perusing a tome entitled "Three Years of Arcana, Five Years of Spells" and casually asked, "Of particular significance?"
"He claims to be the seventh prince of the Storm Kingdom..."
"Ah?"
Wang Hui closed the book and chuckled, "Let us meet then!"
Shortly thereafter, the two arrived at a small tent adjacent to the cavernous prison.
Inside were two captives, relatively unique, yet not as extraordinary as the witch Mag.
The seventh prince of the Storm Kingdom, along with his sycophantic sorcerer, Lannon.
Wang Hui learned from the soldiers of the three clans tasked with interrogation that it was indeed Lannon who first discovered the interdimensional passage!
Moreover, compared to the fainted seventh prince, Lannon's mental fortitude was evidently superior.
Initially believing that Nalan Xia, commanding the entire army, was the highest-ranking among the alien races, he soon realized, upon witnessing her respectful demeanor beside a dark-haired youth, who the true authority was...
"Honorable King of the Other Shore!"
Lannon limped forward, humbly prostrating himself, "I extend my most sincere apologies for my ignorant offense!"
Nalan Xia corrected him, saying, "Before you stands not the King of the Other Shore, but the Supreme Divine One!"
A deity?
Lannon hesitated momentarily, then adjusted his address and bowed once more.
The title of his counterpart mattered little; what was paramount was to ensure the individual was appeased, thus safeguarding his own life!
In the current circumstances, relying on the discovery of a "new continent" to elevate Lannon's status was utterly impossible.
Even if he managed to return alive, it seemed unlikely he could remain in the Storm Kingdom; should he be found guilty of "inviting foreign invasion," he would likely endure tortures worse than death...
Wang Hui glanced at the unconscious seventh prince beside him and inquired, "Is the Storm Kingdom aware of the consequences it must bear for this impudent act of aggression?"
Lannon did not expect the useless prince to awaken and respond; he quickly donned a smile and said, "There seems to be a misunderstanding..."
As he spoke, he suddenly noticed the title on the cover of the book Wang Hui held.
"Three Years of Arcana, Five Years of Spells"...
This was a spellbook authored by Mag, the secondary sorcerer of the royal court, and it was evidently an original manuscript penned in her own hand!
Lannon's words faltered, and his expression shifted unpredictably.
Even Mag, proficient in [Flight], had been unable to escape the encirclement of this alien army?
He was well aware of that old witch's combat prowess; she was undeniably formidable and often resorted to underhanded tactics, deceptively termed "tactical acumen"...
Mag's failure to escape and the eventual capture of Nicholas Geiki's men were likely only a matter of time.
How could the Other Shore civilization appear to be the ones hastily invaded? This clearly indicated an intent to mount a counter-invasion against the Storm Kingdom!
Upon realizing this, Lannon looked into Wang Hui's profound eyes and felt a shiver run down his spine.
Swallowing his empty platitudes, he swiftly shifted his tone:
"...The Storm Kingdom must inevitably bear the consequences of its errors, but allow me to express frankly that both His Majesty the King and the chief sorcerer of the royal court are exceptionally distinguished individuals, and the majority of the Storm Kingdom's military strength remains intact...
While the army under the Divine One is indeed formidable, engaging in direct confrontation with the Storm Kingdom may incur significant losses."
"Do not forget, you are the instigators of this conflict, while we are merely executing rightful retribution!"
Nalan Xia corrected Lannon's statement once more, discreetly gauging Wang Hui's expression before continuing assertively, "If you intend to threaten us with the remnants of the Storm Kingdom's power, there is no need for further discussion! The warriors loyal to the divine shall not be deterred by such minor obstacles!"
"No, no... I did not articulate my thoughts clearly."
Lannon hastily waved his hands, explaining, "I wholeheartedly support the Divine One in defending sovereignty, yet if there were an alternative approach, it might allow for a more manageable control over the Storm Kingdom!"
As he spoke, the three pairs of eyes instinctively fell upon the unconscious seventh prince.
...
When Wang Hui returned to his true form, the external world had descended into deep night.
Gazing at the Storm Kingdom encased within the glass dome, a playful smile graced his lips.
Individuals like Lannon, to put it bluntly, were akin to opportunistic fence-sitters; yet in a more favorable light, they could be termed "astute gentlemen of the times"!
Skilled at assessing circumstances, once he discerned Wang Hui's true intentions, he promptly switched allegiance, fully exploiting the limited conditions at his disposal to seek a chance for survival.
Wang Hui harbored a disinclination towards such individuals, yet Lannon's words held a kernel of truth.
While the three clans could certainly forcefully seize the Storm Kingdom, and Wang Hui could lend his physical assistance to uproot it with minimal effort, what he truly sought was "dominion," not "destruction"!
Excessive casualties among the diminutive folk would ultimately lead to the greatest losses for Wang Hui himself.
Thus, after careful consideration, he resolved to adopt Lannon's suggestion and initiate the "Divine Right of Kings" plan!
The central figure would be none other than the utterly incompetent seventh prince.
Who could be more suited to serve as a puppet than that fool?
Wang Hui retrieved a few items from the refrigerator to satiate his hunger, completed his evening routine, and habitually sealed the glass dome before retiring for the night.
The "Divine Right of Kings" plan was a slow yet deliberate endeavor; establishing a foothold for the three clans in the Gulf World would not happen overnight, thus accelerating the passage of time would prove more efficient.
After a period of busyness, Wang Hui's focus had shifted to significant strategies, neglecting to consider that Liang Xiaohau still lingered in the Gulf World...