"The Demon Race invaded. Hundreds of millions of mortals were slaughtered, turned into food on their plates, into livestock raised in their pens."
"I do not want to see this continue to worsen."
Atop the Six Paths Throne, the azure-robed youth spoke slowly, his voice carrying in every direction.
"That is why I intend to set the realm in order."
The assembled True Lords stirred and listened closely, unwilling to miss a single word or any meaning hidden within it.
Their futures, their Dao Paths, their very survival depended on this.
More than that, a Celestial Lord was drawing the boundaries of his Northern Plains!
Celestial Lord Shuo Yang had done the same ten thousand years ago, as had the Six Paths Ancestor in an even more distant age. Each had ruled the Northern Plains, and what they decided had shaped the fates and lives of countless cultivators for ten thousand years afterward.
All the True Lords could do was adapt.
Whether the Celestial Lord's will proved just or narrow-minded, righteous or demonic, all they could do was adapt.
Otherwise, they would die and be swept aside.
"Therefore, I will establish an institution to govern the Northern Plains. It will be called the Northern Plains Tushan Central Court."
Jiang Ding spoke evenly.
The Northern Plains Tushan Central Court.
Many True Lords repeated the name to themselves and felt an inexplicable easing in their hearts.
It seemed this Celestial Lord held no deep attachment to sects or bloodlines. That was wonderful news.
It meant he would not suppress all other teachings, reserve the cultivation of talent for his descendants or a handful of direct disciples, and crush every cultivator outside those ranks who began to stand out.
Fervor rose in many hearts.
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