The other lords nodded slightly. No one objected.
The division of the various Dao lineages across their respective provinces went smoothly. The three great Daoist Sects in particular each basically had a route leading to Dragon Province.
The Hundred Schools of Thought and the Confucian Sect had slightly more trouble. Only three of them possessed routes to Dragon Province, while the other three were essentially concentrated in North Province.
In the end, the Hundred Schools of Thought and the Confucian Sect reached an agreement. They traded part of Dragon Province for the territories of the Confucian Sect and the other Dao lineages.
The realm immediately became clear-cut: you had a piece of me, and I had a piece of you!
Li Qinglian said, "Other than the Capital City, every other place has already been divided among us."
"How do you all think the Capital City should be divided?"
The Capital City had been the capital since ancient times. Whoever occupied it would be the legitimate ruler of the realm, and it carried a strange, intangible power.
At this, everyone fell silent. No one wanted to give up the Capital City.
Only the three great powers located in North Province were truly beyond reach of the Capital City. The other fifteen lords had no intention whatsoever of relinquishing it.
The atmosphere grew tense, as though a battle might break out the very next moment.
The long-lived cultivators of the various Dao lineages remained calm and composed, showing no intention of intervening.
They had come this time for only one purpose: to protect the Sons of Destiny. They would not interfere in any other matter.
Nangong Haoran of the Confucian Sect spoke in an even voice. "All of you aspire to the Capital City. Since that is the case, why not let