Cultivators continued to leave the hall.
In the end, only five Divine Lords remained.
"My name is Thousand Fires, and this is my Dao companion, Thousand Clouds."
A long-bearded elder stroked his beard and said kindly, "Chief Steward, we hail from the Sun Lineage. We will help the Sword Heir take control of the Flame-Sun World Cluster."
"However, unlike Radiant Glory Divine Lord, who is a lineage sword cultivator certain to become a Celestial, we are merely ordinary cultivators."
"My name is Sun Iron. I am a disciple of Yang Bone Celestial."
Another man, bare-chested and knotted with muscle, spoke in a rumbling voice.
"Sun Stone."
"Sun Copper."
The other two Divine Lords introduced themselves briefly.
They were all Divine Lords of the Pure Yang Lineage. It could be said that the lineage had brought out everything it had: apart from the experts guarding various regions, all its strongest Divine Lords were here.
"Greetings, seniors."
Gong Caiyu bowed deeply.
Though she bore the title of Chief Steward, she did not dare put on airs. She was only a Spirit Transformation cultivator; no matter how lofty her title, it could not bridge that gulf.
In truth, these Divine Lords paid her little heed.
"Miss Gong."
"You carried the Sword Heir's will and secured the position of Chief Steward. From now on, we will no longer be so passive."
Divine Lord Thousand Fires said evenly, "If all goes well, we should be able to wrest back forty percent of the Flame-Sun Domain's tax revenue from Radiant Glory Divine Lord. With that revenue, we can begin reshaping these thirty worlds into what the Sword Heir needs."
"Any further progress will have to wait until the Sword Heir kills Radiant Glory Divine Lord in a sword duel."
"As for how to reshape them... I