Chapter 387: Primordial Blade Path – Allocation of Territories
Origin Land, Council Hall.
Inside the Council Hall stood a black round table. The entire table was crystal-clear, forged from the largest piece of “Dark Realm Crystal” ever discovered in the Infinite Space. Its value was immeasurable, comparable to several Ancestor Level corpses. Only the Cultivator Faction could produce such a rare treasure—if weaker factions within the Infinite Space possessed such an item, it would likely bring about immediate annihilation of their entire race.
The Cultivator Faction, as one of the three great factions of the Infinite Space, might have been suppressed by the number one force—the Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction—for endless years, yet its strength was universally acknowledged.
Around the round table were eight seats, all forged from Dark Realm Crystal.
“Hu.”
Eight figures descended into the Council Hall.
Yuan, Jin, Wulan, Minghuang, Naigu Lord, Star Light Lord, Momman Lord, and Luo Feng each took their seats. These eight were the highest authorities of the entire Cultivator Faction, and they determined the fate of countless cultivators.
“Hmm?” As Luo Feng sat on the Dark Realm Crystal seat, he instantly sensed a space-time formation.
The space-time formation, centered on the black round table, was connected to the entire Space-Time Network.
In an instant, all three thousand six hundred World Clusters within the range of the Space-Time Network fell within his perception. Even for some fallen World Clusters where the Space-Time Network had been damaged, the Space-Time Network along past timelines remained intact, allowing full detection.
Seated there, Luo Feng perceived all three thousand six hundred World Clusters, countless Source Worlds, and innumerable ordinary worlds—whether intact or shattered—reflected within his mind.
“The Council Hall has finally gained another seat.” Yuan looked at Luo Feng with a bright smile. “It truly wasn’t easy. After such long years, we finally welcome a new Lord.”
“For our Cultivator Faction to produce a Lord is indeed too slow,” Jin sighed.
“After all, it involves mastering a ‘Path’ of supreme-level power. The difficulty is naturally far greater than that of those Ancestors,” Star Light Lord said. The birth of Ancestors was relatively easier; during this war alone, several had emerged.
After the war, once they digested their gains, the Ancestors would improve even further.
“Let’s first distribute the spoils of this war,” Yuan presided over the meeting. “In this war, we killed a total of eleven Ancestors! This is an unprecedented achievement!”
“Haha, before this war, over endless years, we had only killed fourteen Ancestors in total,” Wulan exclaimed. “And this single war accounted for eleven!”
“The situation has reversed,” Star Light Lord smiled.
“We owe it to Luo Feng,” Naigu Lord said with emotion. “We were originally retreating step by step, but Luo Feng’s breakthrough greatly increased our overall strength. With his participation, we killed eight Ancestors in a short time.”
After Luo Feng became a Lord and entered the war, three Ancestors fell immediately.
Later, when Luo Feng was forcibly dragged into the Ancestors’ side and separated from his allies, the explosive power of his One Hundred and Eight Million Sources indirectly caused the deaths of five Ancestors.
“It was thanks to Minghuang,” Luo Feng said instead.
Under the mutual restraint between Star Light Lord, the Infinite Serpent Ancestor, and the Mother of Space-Time, although Star Light Lord still held the advantage, it was difficult to deliver fatal blows to the Ancestors.
Minghuang’s lightning, however, possessed terrifyingly condensed power, extreme speed, and unfailing accuracy. These three factors meant that many of the Ancestors were ultimately finished off by Minghuang.
“The Ancestors had already done everything they could just to withstand you all. I merely delivered the final strike,” Minghuang said with a smile.
“Let’s distribute the spoils first,” Yuan said. “The corpses of the eleven Ancestors—each Lord receives ten percent. The remainder stays in the Origin Land for the entire Cultivator Faction.”
Although each Lord contributed differently—and Luo Feng hadn’t participated in the battles that led to three of the Ancestors’ deaths—the Cultivator Faction had always followed this rule.
As long as one participated in any part of the battle, the spoils were divided equally.
Among the eight Lords present, only Naigu Lord had a greater need for Ancestor corpse materials. The others, focused on comprehending their respective Paths, did not urgently require such materials.
“These eleven Ancestors also carried numerous treasures. As per usual, each Lord receives ten percent, and the rest belongs to the faction,” Yuan said, producing the treasures.
The Lords casually selected their shares.
Unless there was a pressing need, none would compete over them.
Ancestors had to fight with their true bodies. Clones without a Life Core were far too weak—less than thirty percent of their strength—and were meaningless in wars of this level between the two great factions.
Even someone like Star Light Lord, with only a thirty percent reduction in energy reserves, saw his effectiveness in battle greatly diminished. This showed that in such wars, only those strong enough—dazzlingly strong—could make a significant impact.
At peak energy reserves, Luo Feng possessed terrifying recovery, formidable close combat strength, and could seize opportunities to unleash devastating forbidden techniques.
Once his energy reserves declined significantly, all aspects of his power weakened. At that time, had the Ancestors not been divided internally and overwhelmed with anti-war sentiment, a full-force assault could have defeated Luo Feng’s Main Battle Avatar when it had only twenty percent of its energy remaining.
Of course, even if they had achieved a short-term victory, the eight Lords could recover and launch another offensive.
This was also why many Ancestors opposed continuing the war.
“The distribution of spoils is complete,” Yuan said. “Now, the next matter.”
“A new Lord has been born. According to our rules, the Cultivator Faction must redivide territories and reassign subordinates,” Yuan said, looking at the others.
“First, the Dark World Cluster, as Luo Feng’s homeland, will become his absolute territory,” Yuan said. “Second, every Lord bears responsibility for guarding the borders, so each must also take charge of some border World Clusters.”
Above the round table, projections of the three thousand six hundred World Clusters appeared as Yuan began allocating them.
Each of the eight Lords, centered on their absolute territory, extended their domain toward the borders. Each territory resembled a distorted fish in shape.
“I want the Qingjiang World Cluster,” Minghuang Lord said, sweeping her hand to include three additional World Clusters while relinquishing others.
The previous seven Lords had invested immense effort into the vast territories over time. Some World Clusters held special significance for them, so they each spoke up, making minor adjustments.
Only Luo Feng remained indifferent—having not invested effort into other World Clusters, he accepted any minor adjustments.
“Does anyone have objections?” Yuan looked at the seven Lords and nodded slightly. “Good. Since there are no objections, the territories are finalized.”
“With territories assigned, the World-level Primordial Lifeforms and High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms under each Lord must also be adjusted,” Yuan said. “High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms within a territory naturally fall under the Lord’s command. As for World-level Primordial Lifeforms, if they are disciples of a Lord, they remain under that Lord. Otherwise, they are assigned according to territory.”
The seven Lords had no objections.
Many World-level Primordial Lifeforms had received cultivation from Lords even before escaping the prison cage. About one-third had formally taken a master.
As a newly advanced Lord, Luo Feng had not accepted any World-level Primordial Lifeform disciples.
“I have 23 World-level Primordial Lifeforms and over 10.25 million High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms under my command?” Luo Feng looked at the final allocation. There were also 20 captured World-level Primordial Lifeforms and over 8 billion captured High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms.
This war had greatly increased the number of captives for the Cultivator Faction.
“Luo Feng, you have slightly fewer World-level Primordial Lifeforms among cultivators,” Yuan said with a smile. “You can nurture more of those little ones within the cage. Once you cultivate them into World-level Primordial Lifeforms, they will naturally belong to you.”
Luo Feng understood—other Lords had invested endless effort over time, so it was only natural he had fewer.
“I’ll cultivate them gradually,” Luo Feng said.
“Any objections to this allocation plan?” Yuan looked at his companions. “If none, I will distribute it.”
After confirmation, the plan would be communicated to all World-level and High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms within the Cultivator Faction.
After all, with territories and subordinates reassigned, responsibilities and authority would also change.
“Distribute it.”
“No objections.”
The seven Lords confirmed.
“Then we proceed to the third matter,” Yuan continued. “With a new Lord born, we must determine how the Cultivator Faction will nurture future generations in this new era.”
The cultivation strategy would be jointly decided by the eight Lords.
“First, reclaim the vast resources distributed across all World Clusters,” Momman Lord said directly. “Previously, because any World Cluster could fall at any time, we released massive resources for free exchange. Now that the war is over, this must change.”
When World Clusters could fall and countless lives be extinguished, granting greater exchange rights gave more hope of escaping the prison cage.
But now that the territory was secure, those at the God Emperor level had infinite lifespans. If they wanted resources, the difficulty must naturally increase.
“Allowing unrestricted exchange like before is indeed unsustainable,” Naigu Lord said. “We must consider the long term.”
…
While the Lords discussed matters in the Council Hall, the territory allocation plan and cultivator reassignment plan were distributed to every World-level and High-Rank Primordial Lifeform in the Origin Land.
Across the entire Origin Land, countless cultivators received the news.
At this moment, Tianlangke and two of his friends had gathered together—they too received the message.
“Our Cultivator Faction has given birth to the eighth Lord, ‘Luo Feng.’ With the combined strength of the eight Lords, we have completely won this war!”
“…Guangyu, Daoist Chifeng… Tianlangke… a total of 23 World-level Primordial Lifeforms, please proceed to the ‘Tianyue Sea Cave Dwelling’ and await the summons of Lord Luo Feng.”
Tianlangke stared blankly at the message.
Lord Luo Feng?
The horned man Guangyu was extremely excited. “Who would have thought? While we were worrying about the war, our Cultivator Faction had already given birth to a new Lord! The news was completely sealed—the moment Lord Luo Feng entered the war, it had already begun, and now it’s even over.”
“The victory was only announced after it was secured,” Daoist Chifeng said excitedly. “Let’s go quickly to the Tianyue Sea Cave Dwelling and await Lord Luo Feng’s summons.”
“Let’s go.”
Guangyu looked at his companion and urged, “Tianlang, what are you thinking about? Hurry up. This is our first audience with Lord Luo Feng—we cannot afford the slightest negligence.”
“Oh.” Tianlangke responded absentmindedly and immediately set off with his companions toward the Tianyue Sea Cave Dwelling.
At this moment, Tianlangke seemed to understand why, after his breakthrough, the Lord had never summoned him.
