Blowing the Conch Horn, Beating the Dharma Drum

Seeing that no one responded, Su Yi said, "Since no one objects, from this day forth, all cultivation forces within the territories of Great Zhou, Great Wei, and Great Qin must abide by this rule. What does Sect Leader Meng think?"

His gaze turned toward Meng Jinghai.

This Cloud Platform Assembly had been initiated by the Sky Fiend Profound Sect. Even out of courtesy, he had to ask Meng Jinghai's opinion.

After pondering briefly, Meng Jinghai said, "What Fellow Daoist Su has proposed is precisely what Meng hopes to see. But since we are establishing rules, we ought to lay out certain detailed regulations to serve as restraints."

Su Yi shook his head. "You can discuss those matters yourselves."

He could not be bothered to settle such trivial details.

At this, everyone present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Yi's attitude undoubtedly proved one thing: he had no interest in suppressing or controlling the cultivation forces present.

Otherwise, with his terrifying strength and methods, he could have forced every one of their cultivation factions into submission!

This was no exaggeration.

One had to know that the great figures present were themselves the foremost figures of their respective cultivation forces.

Even they knew they were no match for Su Yi, let alone anyone else.

Had they not seen the mighty Five Thunder Spirit Sect Leader, Song Changhe, suppressed to his knees with a single sword strike?

"Fellow Daoist Su's actions are truly a blessing for cultivators throughout the world!"

Fu Yunkong, Pavilion Master of Great Wei's Sky Cloud Sword Pavilion, spoke in praise.

He spoke from the heart.

Su Yi did not seek power or status, nor did he covet hegemony. The rules he established were meant to quell the flames of war, prevent the cultivation powers of the world