Gathering Followers, Building a Camp, and the First Glimpse of Heaven's Mandate

That day.

Nearly every continent in that stretch of sea received a copy of the Mortal Domain Daily through its own intelligence channels.

In those waters.

You could ignore what was happening on the surrounding continents, but you had to keep an eye on what the Mortal Domain had been doing lately.

Meanwhile, inside the Mortal Domain's Strategist Pavilion on the Eternal Night Continent.

The members of the Strategist Pavilion were cheering, celebrating their great victory in the campaign.

Long Live, the pavilion master, strode toward Cave One with flushed cheeks and excitement written all over his face. He was going to congratulate the domain lord. "Domain Lord!"

Led by Crippled Monkey, Long Live entered the wooden hut where Chen Fan lived. Looking at Chen Fan, who stood before a table studying an enormous Ghosthide Map, he reported with undisguised excitement.

"It's finally over!"

"The Mortal Domain has concluded this campaign with zero casualties. The three Strange Entity Clans closest to becoming third-level races in these waters have been utterly eliminated by our thunderous offensive."

"The danger is completely gone now."

"No Strange Entity Clan will be advancing to a third-level race anytime soon."

But then.

He suddenly realized that the atmosphere in the room was rather strange. Neither Crippled Monkey nor Wang Kui, who stood to one side, looked particularly delighted. The domain lord, meanwhile, was staring gravely at the Ghosthide Map on the table.

His voice cut off abruptly.

Only after a long while did he venture, "Domain Lord..."

Chen Fan said nothing. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly. "Tell me, why did we go to such lengths to eliminate those three Strange Entity Clans?" "Because they were only one step away from becoming third-level races. They had to be eliminated, or they might have advanced