The Black-and-White Divine Mountain.
As the Soul Hall Master's words faded, the great hall fell deathly silent once more.
As Ji Yuan's number-one lackey—no, his foremost general—
he knew better than anyone.
Ji Yuan intended to move against the Black-and-White Divine Hall and unite the Abyssal Continent.
What he had just said seemed meant to put the Black-and-White Divine Hall at ease.
In truth, he had deliberately steered everyone's attention toward the struggle over the Bone Demon Sect's and Profound Serpent Manor's territories.
That concealed Ji Yuan's real target: the Black-and-White Divine Hall, which had stood at the pinnacle of the Abyssal Continent for thousands of years.
He understood these people all too well.
Every master of the Eight Sacred Grounds present was an old fox who had lived for centuries. Seeking advantage and avoiding danger were etched into their bones.
As long as they did not think Ji Yuan's blade would fall on their own heads first, they would never give everything they had to oppose him.
They might even sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight, looking on coldly.
That was the effect he wanted, and the effect Ji Yuan wanted too.
"The Bone Demon Sect lies beyond the North Sea in the far north, while Profound Serpent Manor occupies the Ten Thousand Mountains in the far south. One is north, the other south, with the Black-and-White Divine Mountain and the whole heartland of Central Province between them."
Old Devil Heavenly Fiend swept his triangular eyes over the crowd before settling on the Soul Hall Master. "Isn't that rather wishful thinking? Those two territories are tens of thousands of miles apart, with the Black-and-White Divine Hall between them. What, can Ji Yuan sprout wings and swallow both at once?"
He sounded skeptical, but inside, his thoughts