Yin-Yang Magnetism Spirit-Bane Mountain, summit. Black Demon Palace.
Jiang Ding sat upright upon the Six Paths Throne, his sheathed sword resting at his side as he toyed with a fist-sized ice palace in his hand.
Below the ninety-nine black jade steps stood Hei Louxi, commander of the Tushan Maid Corps and Sect Master of the Military Sect; True Lord Xufang, commander of the Great Sun Longsword Commandery; Tianyang True Lord, commander of the Primordial Law-Heaven Commandery; as well as the eight titled maids, the commanders of every cultivator camp, True Lord Qingyun, Blazing Sun True Lord, Yin Dao True Lord, and seventy-nine others.
The True Lords held their breath and focused their minds. Their gazes remained straight ahead, yet they did not dare look directly at him, only watching the person on the throne from the corners of their eyes.
These were all the military commanders of Tushan Central Court. Every True Lord of the Northern Plains had gathered here.
Even if there were True Lords still hiding in secret, they could forget about obtaining even a single fourth-rank spirit vein for cultivation. Once discovered, they would immediately be driven from the Northern Plains. Before this great cause of the human race, no cultivators trying to fish in muddy waters or hitch a free ride would be tolerated.
Anyone wishing to preserve their strength and share in the fruits after the war was dreaming.
Even if they lost the war, Jiang Ding would first execute those who refused to contribute during the war yet emerged afterward to claim their share. He would not tolerate them.
"There is no need for a military review ceremony."
"If you say it is possible, then it is possible."
Jiang Ding spoke lightly.
He casually tossed out the ice palace in his hand, allowing it