"The Demon Race invaded, and hundreds of millions of mortals were slaughtered, reduced to food on the table, reduced to livestock raised by the Demon Race."
"I did not wish to see such a state of affairs continue to fester once more."
Upon the Six Paths Throne, the Youth in Green Robes spoke slowly, his voice spreading in all directions.
"Therefore, I intend to set the mountains and rivers in order anew."
The many True Lords were stirred, listening intently, unwilling to miss a single word or any meaning that might be hidden within.
This concerned their future livelihoods, their Dao Paths, their lives and deaths, their very survival.
Even more so because this Heavenly Monarch was demarcating the Northern Plains that belonged to a Heavenly Monarch!
Just as Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch ten thousand years ago, and the Six Paths Patriarch in an even more distant age, had done during their respective reigns over the Northern Plains. The final outcomes had indeed affected the fates, lives, and deaths of countless cultivators across the Northern Plains for ten thousand years.
The only thing they could do was adapt.
No matter what the Heavenly Monarch's will was—fair or narrow-minded, righteous or demonic—the only thing they could do was adapt.
Otherwise, there was only death and elimination.
"Therefore, I will establish an institution to govern the Northern Plains, called the Northern Plains Tushan Central Court."
Jiang Ding spoke calmly.
Northern Plains Tushan Central Court.
Many True Lords murmured the name, and an inexplicable weight lifted from their hearts.
It seemed this Heavenly Monarch was not deeply obsessed with sects or lineages. That was tremendous news.
It meant the Heavenly Monarch would not Prohibit All Laws, confining cultivated talents to bloodline descendants or an extremely small number of Personal Disciples, while suppressing every cultivator