Invite the Lord into the Urn-Would the Lord Dare Refuse?

Three days remained until the First World Battlefield Exchange Conference. While Chen Fan kept busy, the Logistics Pavilion sent large numbers of its members into the World Battlefield.

They headed for the continents—

The ones defeated in this war.

Their reserves had been stripped away thoroughly, but not thoroughly enough. Their Continental Dao Fruits had yet to be extracted. Only then would the stripping be complete.

Most of those continents had belonged to the Strange Entity Clan.

They were empty, without a soul in sight.

Jiu Wu had caught up with every king who had fled and killed them on the spot. Though he was only level 38, he wielded a specialized weapon and the Dark Strange Art, with the Strange Dragon fighting beside him. Those kings had stood no chance.

Inside the cave.

Chen Fan sat at his desk, handling one matter after another.

For instance—

If only there were a way for the Yellow Springs Wraith Clan to advance into a Level-Four Strange Entity Clan and submit to the Mortal Domain. Then the Mortal Domain could build a Large-Scale War Teleportation Formation in the Yellow Springs, one that ignored teleportation distance.

Otherwise, the journey there and back was not just long, but troublesome.

But—

The Yellow Springs Wraith Clan seemed shackled by heaven and earth. They could not advance into a Level-Four Strange Entity Clan. Even their strongest member could reach only the Wraith Saint realm, with no hope of breaking through. It was as if their sole duty was to guard and maintain the Yellow Springs.

Beyond that—

Many other matters required his review and approval.

Most concerned major resource transfers and requests, along with changes to appointments in important posts.

"Domain Lord."

Wang Mazi's voice sounded by his ear. "We've found the continent of the Eastern