Liu Yuan stood to one side, his heart pounding as he listened.
Although he had known the territory beyond their domain was perilous, he had never imagined it would be this dangerous.
The Law-Binding Land, the Void Burial Ground, Space Predators...
They had actually encountered all these deadly places and beasts that existed only in ancient records.
Liu Yuan silently counted his blessings. Fortunately, the senior had prepared plenty of trump cards for them. Otherwise, not one of the nine would likely have returned.
Then Mo Yun said that the Divine Luo Domain had issued its highest conscription order, requiring every vassal domain to muster all cultivators at the Hunyuan Realm or above within a thousand years and stand ready for deployment.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.
"A thousand years..."
"How long did it take you to return?" Zhou Ming asked.
"Senior, our return journey went smoothly, without delays. It took us nearly a hundred years," Mo Yun answered respectfully.
A hundred years.
In other words, fewer than nine hundred years remained.
Zhou Ming's gaze grew deep.
Nine hundred years was neither long nor short.
Once the realm lords of the Ten Great Dao Realms answered the Divine Luo Domain's call and departed with the elites of their respective worlds...
All that remained would be ten empty shells.
Even if he could take them easily, finding those people on the Divine Luo Domain's battlefields afterward and bringing them under his control would undoubtedly introduce countless uncertainties.
More importantly, Zhou Ming did not want to make unnecessary contact with the Divine Luo Domain's other Great Luo True Realm experts prematurely over such a trivial matter.
What he needed now was steady growth.
So, before they left, he had to turn the entire Flowing Light Domain into his own "farm."