I Established a Celestial Dynasty in the Mortal World

Everyone's urging the author to "leave the village" (a metaphor for leaving the village/town), but I feel it's unnecessary. You can't deliver a thunderous blow. Leaving the village makes you a scapegoat; once you have the strength, leaving the village means you'll be the center of attention. Keep it up, it's well-written. The main storyline of the protagonist's development is well-developed. 🤭🤭🤭🤭

There's war going on outside, and the protagonist is only thinking about money. Is money even useful in chaotic times? Crafting equipment isn't about asking the craftsman how many materials are needed, but how much silver. The nearby towns are all at war; where are you going to buy materials? This isn't an online game where you can buy anything with gold coins.

I just don't understand. The protagonist is the only son of the late emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, and his mother is only a teenager. How long exactly was the Great Xia Dynasty destroyed? And how long did the Great Zhou Dynasty last before it became the end of its dynasty? Can the author provide an explanation?

I just chuckled. How big is that mountain anyway? More than 10,000 refugees come every month, and they still don't want to come down. What's the point? They're not here to see how to run a bandit stronghold. Or is the so-called Heavenly Court actually just a stronghold, a genuine mountain stronghold Heavenly Court? A Pinduoduo version of Heavenly Court?

I was very confused while reading this book, and I have a lot to say about several of the settings. 1. Can silver be turned into anything? The text makes no mention of the inconvenience of transportation caused by war, nor of the rise and shortage of raw materials.

The protagonist's power level has increased, which is quite awkward. Others have 2 points of genius, but he's over 20 and looks like a complete waste.

The protagonist's emperorship is so dignified; I think even a street thug leader would have more class than him.

That's ridiculous! A single knife costs a hundred taels of silver. Author, do the math yourself. Even the imperial court could only produce them on a small scale with that kind of equipment; it would be impossible for them to be widely used.

To be honest, the data is a complete mess. In this book, three points of talent is considered genius, yet the protagonist, with 20 points, cultivates slower than an old man in his village with only two or three points. The book claims the protagonist cultivates a powerful, nameless technique, but even after fifty chapters, its power remains unclear.

The writing is extremely poor, even worse than a middle school student's composition.