The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

At this moment, Song Feng finally understood his origins.

It must be said that in just a few months, his outlook on life has undergone a tremendous change.

It's hard to believe it was less than half a year ago.

In order to improve his life and to try his best to change his fate, he boarded a small boat with Chen Gou to Songgua Island.

At that moment, the gears of fate turned silently, and his life, which had been predictable from the past, became a series of experiences he had never imagined before.

Song Feng had no idea how he had gotten out of the palace.

The more he recalled everything he had heard from the old king, the more shocked he became.

The Song Dynasty's monumental task of mending the heavens, which left a heavy mark on history a thousand years ago, was just the beginning.

It's not over yet.

The real, more powerful enemy will arrive in a year.

Dark Star, for reasons unknown, has been sending these alien races to Earth.

The alien races were not united, and constant fighting ensued.

How to overcome this tribulation?

Even major matters are complex and multifaceted, so Song Feng was somewhat confused about his own minor affairs.

he does not know.

Am I a Song hexagram?

Am I a Song dynasty official?

Am I an independent person, or merely a physical body?

The clones could all understand Song Feng's feelings and comforted him.

"New thief, old thief, I've analyzed it, and I think that even if we eventually collect all the statues and fully awaken the old thief's consciousness, your consciousness will still be there... well... not in a coexisting way, but as one, because you two are originally one person."

"I think so too. You could say you are Song Gua, but now you've lost your memory!"

"New or old thief, don't worry about it, because... I haven't figured out how to persuade you yet. Next one."

"I...I didn't understand at all what that 'light' and 'light' stuff was about. Never mind, it's not important."

While the clones chattered away, Song Feng had already reached the seaside.

The sea breeze always made Song Feng feel very warm and familiar.

Now he knows why.

Actually, my inner conflict isn't important.

The clones quieted down.

"I grew up in a poor area of ​​Baiyun City, where sewage flowed everywhere, garbage piled up like mountains, snakes, insects, rats and ants roamed the land, and gangs wreaked havoc on the area."

The people in the wealthy neighborhood clearly enjoy an extremely rich material life. They drink milk one glass at a time and pour it out, and groundbreaking technological creations are everywhere, both in the sky and on the ground.

But they just won't spare a single penny to improve our lives.

If you are unwilling to give alms, I have nothing to say.

Why is our path to escaping poverty through hard work being blocked?

I know there is one path, the only path, and that is to become a powerful spiritual warrior.

Unfortunately, without exceptional talent, and without access to resources in the poor areas, it would be impossible to cultivate to a higher level.

Tao Ming is a success story, but as you can see, even after he was promoted, he only held a security guard-like position and remained at the bottom.

My parents died in a gang fight.

I had to earn a living before I was even ten years old.

They rummaged through garbage dumps for food, made their own filters to filter sewage for drinking, dodged gang fights, and had to be wary of those who were also living miserable lives and stabbing them in the back.

We live in the most technologically advanced era in human history, an era that also grants us extraordinary powers, yet we live a life worse than that of primitive humans!

At this point, Song Feng clenched his fists tightly.

"In the past, I only wanted to change my own fate; I had no ability to care about others."

Now, I am gradually realizing that I have an inextricable connection with that great hero who shines in history, and that I may even be him!

I am not confused, nor am I conflicted.

If I could become him, I would become him and continue his work!

If I cannot be him, I would give anything to resurrect him!

The waves surged, the sea breeze caressed his face, and ruffled Song Feng's wispy bangs.

The clones remained silent for a long time.

"I am now certain that Song Feng and that old thief are definitely not the same person."

"That's right. With that old thief's limited vision, how could he possibly have used a remnant soul to nurture such a magnificent personality?"

"To hell with the old scoundrel! We should support both the new and the old scoundrels!"

"The Monkey King hasn't even arrived yet, and they're already starting a rebellion?"

"When Monkey King arrives, he'll know he's caught a lucky break."

Song Feng simply laughed off the various bizarre remarks made by his clones.

After that day, Song Feng did not leave the Dwarf Kingdom.

The Dwarf Kingdom unconditionally gave Song Feng the fragments of the stone statue they had acquired.

Song Feng accepted it on the spot.

After that, the number of clones he created each day became ten!

Does the cultivation speed increase tenfold every day?

What does this mean?

Even if Song Feng's talent is poor, he's still getting stronger like a rocket!

Moreover, with the cadre brother passing on cultivation techniques to the Wang family, the cultivation techniques that Song Feng and his clones are currently practicing are of the highest quality.

Therefore, the cultivation speed is even faster!

Song Feng felt that he should first try to survive.

I wasn't careful before because I was afraid there wouldn't be enough time. If I cultivated first and then collected the stone statues, I was afraid it would be too late.

Now, it seems like I can try to survive for a few months first.

What if Song Feng is promoted to Overlord?

Then all the clones will reach the same cultivation level, and all of them will become overlords!

Ten clones a day, three hundred a month, and after three months, Song Feng's clones will number over a thousand!

What does it mean to have thousands of overlords?

No single power can produce so many overlords!

When the time comes, it will be very easy to fight for the stone statue!

After discussing it with his clones, Song Feng made the decision happily.

The old king of the Dwarf Kingdom died the day after meeting Song Feng.

He was too old; his death was hardly a surprise.

However, his death triggered a mutiny and political struggle within the royal family.

The old king's sons started fighting for the throne.

Song Feng, being an outsider, did not want to interfere in other people's internal affairs and let them fight it out themselves.

Although the armies were engaged in fierce fighting, they did not interfere with Song Feng's cultivation.

The two sides will not interfere with each other.

Two months later.

"Wait, buddy? You're already at the 999th level of the Innate Realm?"

"He was just promoted."

"Is this a question of whether it's 'strong' or not? Is what you're doing reasonable?"

The dwarves arranged a spacious courtyard for Song Feng, providing him with good food and drink every day, allowing him and his clones to cultivate in peace, practice martial arts and spiritual techniques, and study Taoist arts.

Just then, Chen Gou came over for a visit.

He was astonished to discover that Song Feng had already reached the ninth level of the Innate Realm.

"Brother Song Feng, looking at you is like watching a new star rise! No, at this rate, becoming the King of Feng is only a matter of time, it's probably just around the corner! You're not just a star, you're the future Emperor!"

Song Feng smiled and changed the subject.

"I heard the struggle for the throne among the dwarf princes has ended. Who won?"