What he wanted was a connate spirit treasure.
As long as Su Tao before him succeeded one step earlier, he would obtain the connate spirit treasure one step earlier.
How did that saying go again? The sooner he got the treasure, the sooner he could rest easy.
"Fine. I'll settle everything within ten days. I'll personally present what you want to you."
Su Tao nodded, then turned and left.
With this battle as a foundation, the other imperial dynasties would surely not dare resist.
He now possessed the qualifications to become the ruler of an imperial dynasty.
Watching Su Tao leave, Ye Lin returned to his seat.
The surrounding army stood motionless in the Void.
Without Ye Lin's command, they would not move.
Not only was the army of the Great Frost Dynasty motionless, but so were the several billion soldiers occupying the distant Void.
They had been brought here by the rulers of the original twelve imperial dynasties.
Now that they had witnessed their own sovereigns die in battle, they were even more terrified to move, fearing that figure would wipe them all out with a single slap.
To that person, killing them would be no more than an effortless gesture.
Ye Lin reclined in his chair, stroking his chin as he waited.
Meanwhile, Su Tao, who had raced tirelessly back north, headed straight for a mysterious place.
His mind was clear: as long as he gained that person's support, he could immediately begin preparing the coronation ceremony.
No one in the entire south now dared show their head.
As long as he obtained the northern figure's approval, he would be able to ascend the throne smoothly and become the new ruler of the imperial dynasty.
Then...
He would lead his army back and wash away the humiliation that