Cijue Mountain.
Zhu Yan clan territory.
The great tent was suddenly thrown open.
A young Zhu Yan clan cultivator hurried inside.
He said in panic, "Father, bad news."
"Boundary rain fell from the heavens. Every mountain range, spirit vein, grotto-heaven, and blessed land across the entire Demon Nether Continent has been marked into territories. A boundary stele descended and covered our Cijue Mountain as well."
The middle-aged cultivator seated in the place of honor slowly rose and said, "What are you panicking for? I received word long ago. There are five great powers being granted titles by the royal city this time. It is perfectly normal for one of them to choose this place."
"What is written on the boundary stele?"
"Marquis Guanming."
"Marquis Guanming—it's him."
The middle-aged cultivator calmly said, "This man is merely a Saint King."
"How could that be?"
Zhu Yan Xuanshen furrowed his brow. "The only Saint King I can think of who was granted a marquis title was that Celestial Human clan cultivator from thirteen hundred years ago. Could he also have a background like the Celestial Human clan behind him?"
The middle-aged cultivator shook his head slightly. "He truly possesses sufficient strength."
Zhu Yan Xuanshen hurriedly tried to persuade him, then said regretfully, "Father, you are clearly so powerful. Why have you always refused to go to the royal city? If we had a Count like you sheltering us, Cijue Mountain would never have been incorporated into another's territory."
Zhu Yan Tongbing chuckled and said blandly, "What is so good about accepting the title of Count, fencing oneself in, and peacefully managing one's own little patch of land?"
"What should we do, then? Why don't we relocate?" Zhu Yan Xuanshen pondered.
"No."
The Zhu Yan clan chief considered this and said, "If he were