At the summit of Yin Yang Yuan Magnetic Spiritless Mountain, within the Black Demon Palace.
Jiang Ding sat upright upon the Six Paths Throne, his sword laid at his side as he idly toyed with an ice palace the size of a fist.
Below the ninety-nine black jade steps stood Hei Louxi, commander of the Tushan Maid Squad and sect master of the Military Sect; True Monarch Xufang, commander of Great Sun Long Sword Capital; True Monarch Tianyang, commander of Hun Yuan Fa Tian Capital; as well as the eight titled maids, the commanders of every cultivator battalion, True Lord Qingyun, True Monarch Lieyang, True Lord Yin Dao, and seventy-nine others.
The True Lords held their breaths and fixed their gazes ahead. They did not dare look directly at the person on the throne, only watching him from the corners of their eyes.
These were all the commanders of Tushan Central Court. Every True Lord of the Northern Plains had gathered here.
Even if some True Lords remained hidden in secret, they could forget about receiving even a single fourth-grade spirit vein for cultivation. The moment they were discovered, they would immediately be driven from the Northern Plains. Before the great righteousness of the Human Race, there was no room for cultivators who wanted to muddy the waters and hitch a free ride.
Anyone hoping to preserve their strength and share in the fruits after the war was dreaming.
Even if they lost the war, Jiang Ding would first execute those who refused to contribute during the fighting but emerged afterward to claim their share. He would not tolerate them.
"There is no need for a military review ceremony."
"If you say it is possible, then it is possible."
Jiang Ding spoke blandly.
He casually tossed the ice palace in