Time flew like a shuttle, never pausing by day or night.
Ever since he had made a forceful move at the last assembly and executed Yun Hua, Luo Tianyu, and the others who had pocketed assets for themselves, the atmosphere within East Source Blessed Land had truly been swept clean and renewed.
From top to bottom, everyone was clearly putting much more effort into their work.
Clearly, Lu Chuan's method of killing the chicken to warn the monkeys had taken effect.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, another month quietly passed.
Each day, Lu Chuan went into seclusion in his own palace within East Source Blessed Land, striving to comprehend his own Dao of Epochs while also constantly studying alchemy, artifact refinement, Formation Dao, and many other unorthodox arts.
And he integrated them one by one into his Dao of Epochs.
As for the management of East Source Blessed Land.
He had handed it over completely to Li Tianhua and hardly asked about it himself.
On this day.
Inside the Cultivation Room, Lu Chuan was refining a furnace of pills.
Suddenly, the void before him tore open, and a streak of flowing light flew over, hovering three feet in front of him.
It was a communication talisman.
Lu Chuan frowned slightly and raised his hand to beckon.
That talisman immediately fell into his palm, then transformed into halos of light that dispersed.
In the next instant.
Lu Chuan's gaze sharpened, and brilliant gleams instantly flickered in his pupils.
The communication talisman was a deployment order sent by Immortal Martial Hall.
The Celestial Race had joined hands with the Demon Race, the Spirit Race, and the other great foreign races, preparing to storm a blessed land occupied by the human race—[Wushan Blessed Land].
Immortal Martial Hall had ordered