Lan Jinghe stood in midair and closed her eyes.
She was a True God, exceptionally sensitive to the aura of planes.
She could sense it clearly.
The vast ocean that had just descended was slowly being branded with the mark of the Dragon Fighting Plane.
The lightning-attribute power that had originally saturated the seawater was being broken down and converted, bit by bit, by the Dragon Fighting Plane's essence.
It became the purest water-aspect energy and natural energy, nourishing the entire sea in return.
Above the sea, the concentration of spiritual energy was rising at a rate visible to the naked eye.
It was even richer than the original East Sea's.
Lan Jinghe silently marveled.
Was this the Dragon Fighting Plane's ability to digest what it consumed?
It had only just swallowed a whole territory, and it was already assimilating it?
At this rate, the Western Frontier Sea would become a complete part of the Dragon Fighting Plane in less than ten years.
Not even a trace of its lightning affinity would remain.
Such reserves were terrifying.
On the shore.
Teams from the Fighting Dragon Clan were already there to receive them.
Libra Star Dragon stood at the front, directing subordinates to settle the immigrants.
Group after group of slaves rescued from the Thunder Whale Plane walked off the ships along the gangways.
Every one of them wore ragged clothes, their faces filled with fear and unease.
Yet when they set foot on the Dragon Fighting Plane's soil and felt its rich, gentle natural energy...
Many burst into tears.
For the first time in their lives, they stood on ground that was not an arena.
"Slow down, everyone! Form a line!"
"Collect your food here!"
"If you're injured, come this way for treatment!"
The Dragon Fighting Warriors hurried back and