"Everyone."
Everyone perked up, their gazes growing more focused.
"The senior's edict," Liu Yuan announced, his voice calm and steady.
"The senior is in seclusion, forging a batch of Cross-Realm Tokens and talismans for our coming campaign."
Irrepressible murmurs rippled through the crowd.
The newly surrendered cultivators of the Ten Great Dao Realms, in particular, had all heard of the terrifying power of the dark-gold talismans wielded by Cang Yu, Liu Yuan, and the others. A single strike could annihilate dozens of experts at the same cultivation level.
Now the senior was personally going to forge them for everyone present?
The news instantly lit a fire in everyone's heart.
Even Gantian and the other nine realm lords felt their hearts leap.
They exchanged glances, seeing the shock in one another's eyes.
They knew perfectly well that brute-force suppression alone would not suffice to twist all the strength of the Flowing Light Domain into a single rope. Their interests also had to be bound together.
And this True Lord clearly understood that principle deeply.
"Forging these treasures will take the senior some time," Liu Yuan continued. "But that does not mean you will have nothing to do in the meantime."
His gaze swept across the gathering, and his voice abruptly grew stern.
"I need you to complete the final reorganization before the senior emerges from seclusion."
"Using your original Dao Realms as the basis for each division, the ten realm lords and my fellow Daoists behind me, including Cang Yu and Mo Yun, will jointly serve as division commanders."
"Reorganize all the cultivators under your command in the hunyuan wuji realm and hunyuan taiji realm into new units."
Liu Yuan's voice carried unquestionable authority.
Gantian and the others inwardly stiffened. They understood.
Their existing power structures were to be completely dismantled,