After hearing Lan Xian's words, Fan Shun replied respectfully, "This junior understands."
Lan Xian turned her gaze to the Nine Clans. "Being summoned to the battlefield is no trivial matter. Don't bring trouble upon yourselves." With that, she disappeared.
The people from the Nine Clans breathed a sigh of relief. They glared angrily at Fan Shun, but didn't dare attack again.
Fan Shun didn't even look at them. He headed alone for the assembly point.
Lu Yin had summoned the entire Fifth Continent to gather in one region. With so many people assembled, conflicts were inevitable, and old grudges and grievances gradually resurfaced. But after Prison Dragon let out a roar, the entire starry sky fell silent. Nobody dared cause trouble; they gathered in silence.
Lu Yin stood atop Prison Dragon's head and watched countless people gather. There were countless Half-Ancestors and Envoys, as well as those in the Enlightenment Realm and Hunting Realm, along with innumerable cultivators. They all obeyed him now. He was the helmsman of the Fifth Continent.
As more and more people gathered, more and more gazes filled with reverence, fear, and fervor turned toward him. Whether they hated Lu Yin or supported him, all of them would obey his orders now. At this moment, he didn't need to consider whether he had any enemies here or balance the interests of different sides. He didn't need to consider anything. Even the powerful figures from the Heavenly Sect Era, even those with their own schemes, had to obey him now.
A surge of pride surged through his chest, transforming into battle aura that roared outward and filled the void. It continued to spread, extending from three miles to ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. It kept expanding—to three thousand miles, five thousand, then ten thousand. The