Chapter 564: To Sneer

Ever since the news broke that a single stone could cross the river, the Desolate Territory had been in a near-frenzy.

At this point, few City Lords intended to remain on guard against each other or attack one another’s cities.

Because all of that had become unnecessary.

It was true that the Desolate Territory was vast, but it was just that—vast and nothing more.

Moreover, there wasn’t a hint of prosperity; it was just the same group of people, so what fun was there to be had?

But the world outside was different.

Rumor had it that there were many races outside, of all shapes and sizes.

Not only that, but the resources outside were also extremely abundant.

The Desolate Territory was, after all, nothing more than a barbaric land.

But the world outside was different.

The world outside was a different civilization.

And they were going to conquer that civilization!

Only then would their lives have the greatest value.

Instead of engaging in various City Lord brawls here.

A brawl between City Lords needed an audience.

So-called conquest required people.

Otherwise, if someone just went to some desolate mountain in the middle of nowhere and spoke of conquest, what kind of conquest would that be?

What would be the point of such a conquest?

No!

Such a conquest would be utterly meaningless.

Furthermore, the current situation in the Desolate Territory had become almost stable; unless something major happened, no one would break the status quo.

Therefore, they yearned to leave.

That world was the true grand stage.

After going out, they could continue to conquer!

They could turn that world upside down!

Consequently, almost all the City Lords planned to migrate.

However, some people felt anxious.

What if the people outside were very strong?

Or perhaps, the Desolate Territory actually held quite a few treasures.

Those spiritual flowers and Spiritual Plants were extremely precious.

This was because the Law of the Desolate Territory was more complete compared to the outside world.

The outside world certainly wouldn’t have such high-quality Spirit Medicine.

But then again…

The people outside were so…

Thus, under the organization of the only two Spirit Refining Realm experts in the Desolate Territory, the City Lords wanted to hold a meeting.

The content of the meeting was, naturally, about how to invade the world they had long yearned for.

After all, everyone wanted to leave, but they feared having worries about their home base.

In that case, they just needed to make a mutual agreement.

Regardless, once they left, others couldn’t be allowed to cause trouble; a set of regulations had to be established.

Otherwise, if they went to the outside world and gained nothing, only to lose their own nest, it would be absolutely infuriating.

There was also the fact that…

In the past, no one could leave the Desolate Territory; it was just this one territory, which wasn’t small, per se.

But the population was sparse.

Now, they would stop fighting and just keep expanding outward.

Whoever conquered a territory would own it; the City Lords should stop fighting among themselves for now and not act recklessly.

A time for the meeting was chosen as soon as possible, one that would just allow enough time to notify all the City Lords.

The next day, every City Lord in the Desolate Territory arrived.

Even some of the “old turtles” who usually stayed in seclusion or played dead rushed to this meeting.

This naturally included the Dragon Lord.

In fact, the Dragon Clan now controlled a total of eight cities, making them the most powerful force in the Desolate Territory.

Therefore, the Dragon Lord’s words carried great weight!

The one presiding over this meeting was an elder from the Desolate Territory.

The oldest of elders, whose age was unknown even in the tens of thousands of years.

In any case, he was definitely over three hundred thousand years old.

He usually stayed in seclusion, using secret techniques to hang onto his life because he was so afraid of death; many City Lords mockingly called him a “shrinking turtle” behind his back.

However…

Mockery aside.

These City Lords still highly acknowledged his seniority, experience, and strength.

It could be said that in the Desolate Territory, no one was more qualified than this Old fellow to organize this meeting.

“Everyone.”

The elder sat in the main seat at the very front, his aged eyes scanning the room.

Although he was old, there was no hint of senescence; instead, his gaze was as sharp as a goshawk’s.

“I have invited you all here today, and as for the reason, I believe everyone already knows.

That’s right, it’s about leaving the Desolate Territory.

First of all, we must thank our Dragon City Lord.

If it weren’t for the Dragon City Lord, we might have had to wait another several hundred or even a thousand years to discover the anomaly of the Han River.”

It is the City Lord of Dragon City who has saved us from spending another millennium in this cage!

I propose that we first toast the City Lord of Dragon City.”

The elder stood up first, and the maid beside him hurried forward to fill his wine cup.

“Many thanks to the Dragon City Lord! A toast to the City Lord!”

Seeing this, all the City Lords also stood up and raised their wine cups toward the Dragon City Lord.

The maids attending each City Lord filled the cups of these noble beings.

The Dragon Lord actually disliked these formalities and these people very much.

However, one does not strike a smiling face. Moreover, since they had already shown humility and she indeed wanted to leave, the Dragon Lord stood up and raised her cup to avoid further trouble.

“There is no need to thank me. With the changes in the Han River, someone else would have discovered it sooner or later, even without me.

But this Old fellow is right; we indeed need to establish a set of regulations now.”

With those words, the Dragon Lord had no intention of clinking cups with them and simply raised her cup to drain it in one gulp.

Although the elder in the main seat was called an “Old fellow” by a junior, he didn’t mind at all. Instead, he grinned, his wrinkles bunching up, looking quite happy.

“Come, come, a toast to the Dragon Lord.”

The elder symbolically clinked his cup with the Dragon Lord’s and then drank it all.

After the elder finished his drink, the other City Lords naturally didn’t stand on ceremony and followed suit.

With a cup of wine down, although it was just a formality, everyone’s hearts settled a bit.

After all, since everyone was willing to drink here, it meant they were at least willing to sit down and talk.

At least, the situation hadn’t turned awkward.

“Alright, everyone, come, sit, sit.”

The elder of the Desolate Territory happily gestured for everyone to sit.

“Over the past two days, I have temporarily drafted some rough regulations.”

The elder waved his hand, and the maids distributed some papers.

The papers contained the rules established by the elder.

The most important rule was a temporary alliance among the City Lords of the Desolate Territory; under no circumstances were they allowed to harm the interests within the Desolate Territory for a hundred years, or else they would be collectively attacked by all other City Lords.

The points written were very righteous.

But to the Dragon Lord, they were something to be sneered at.