Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1535: Outlining a Detailed Path to Unify Upper Realm Forces

What William said drove a wave of unprecedented shock and doubt through every master present. To them, William was simply speaking magic.

He was claiming to have ways to convince reclusive powerhouses that had ignored the calls of unity for aeons. They watched him with a mixture of awe and scepticism, wondering if the boy had finally let his victory over the Medium World go to his head.

They didn’t know that in his past life, his master, Anna, had gone through this exact same dilemma. Unlike what anyone would have expected, she had managed to lure all of them into her fold. And she hadn’t done it by using her charm, her strength, or her father’s prestigious name. She had used specific, tailored methods to convince each force that joining her was in their own absolute best interest.

William didn’t know exactly how Anna had managed to learn all these secrets in the first place, and he hadn’t been strong enough back then to join her inner circle and learn directly from her during the recruitment phase.

Yet, later on, during the long nights between battles, she had often spoken about these moments. To her, these were the most critical and most difficult steps she had ever taken in her fight against the Fox. Winning the war was easy compared to winning the hearts of the stubborn.

According to her stories, every force had a hook. One legendary leader had a son who was terminally ill and had been secretly looking for a cure for a long time in vain; Anna had provided the medicine.

Another force had their sacred ancestral grounds stolen from them generations ago, controlled by a dark and mighty force they couldn’t crush alone; Anna had provided the army to take it back.

A third force lived by a secret ancestral law that stated if someone managed to kill or take over a certain number of dark forces in a specific time of a certain month, they were bound by blood to work together with that person.

The reasons were totally random and wildly different, yet they were all doable if one had the right information. Most importantly, they were all secrets, shameful debts, hidden tragedies, or ancient oaths that no one outside the elite circle of their top leaders and elders would ever hear about.

He kept speaking for hours, his voice steady and unwavering as he channelled the memories of Anna. He narrated the methods she had once told him, explaining in meticulous detail how to fulfil every single condition and how to lure the most stubborn forces of the upper realm to their side.

"The first move," William said, pointing to a cluster of dots on the northern continent, "must be toward the forces that require easily doable tasks. We start with the low-hanging fruit to build our momentum."

He detailed the specific formula of the potion needed to cure the son of the Gale-Wind Force’s leader, a boy whose wasting sickness was a secret guarded more fiercely than the highest value treasure in the force.

He then moved his finger to the peaks of the Iron Range, explaining how a month-long campaign to eradicate a specific nest of subterranean dark-dwellers would fulfil the ancient blood-oath of the Stone-Guard Clan.

These were conditions that, while difficult for others, were easily met and fulfilled by the Blue Purgators. William explained that by luring in this first wave of allies, they wouldn’t just be gaining numbers; they would be gaining legitimacy. Once they had a core group, they could move as a single, unstoppable unit to fulfil the harsher conditions.

"Once the Gale-Wind and Stone-Guard are with you," William continued, his eyes flashing with seriousness, "you will have enough power to strike the Shadow-Void fortress. That is the only way to reclaim the ancestral grounds of the Silver-Moon Pavilion.

From there, you amass a great army to take over the Kingdom of Oakhaven. Its current king is a puppet, a traitor to the Emerald Accord, and his removal is the first nail in the Accord’s coffin."

Stuff like this was nearly impossible to accomplish in a single day, and certainly too much for any single force to achieve alone. William drew out a grand, interconnected outline for the Blue Purgators to follow, a domino effect of diplomacy and conquest. As he reached the conclusion of his long talk, he tapped a seemingly empty, desolate region on the map.

"After you successfully add any force to the coalition," William said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "you will take their leaders and elders to this place. Acknowledge this as your secret lair, the base of our future operations. It is the only place the Fox’s eyes cannot penetrate."

"Wait a minute," the Purgators’ leader interrupted. After listening for hours, enduring waves after waves of shock, doubt, and burgeoning excitement, he finally found his voice. He stared at the spot William had indicated.

"This place... The Valley of Whispering Ash? It’s widely known as a deadly zone! It’s filled with terrifying monsters and deadly mazes. It is recognised across the five continents as a no-human area! To send anyone there is to send them to their graves."

"I know its reputation," William calmly nodded, unfazed by the leader’s outburst. "But reputations are often shields for the truth. There is a secret path that bypasses all the dangers in that area. I’ll map it out for you, and you need to strictly follow my orders down to the letter. One step off the path, and yes, the valley will eat you. Stay on it, and you find a paradise of spirit power."

"How come you know of all this?!!" one of the elders finally burst out, unable to contain the question that had been burning in all of them. He looked at William with a mix of reverence and suspicion.

"I can’t believe all of this is true! A force that has their leader’s son sick, and no one knew about it? A Pavilion that wants a piece of land, they haven’t ever issued a grand quest for it before? You are a youth from a lower realm! How can you hold the secrets of the upper realm’s big forces and names?"