The Strongest Cultivator Is a System Maker!-Chapter 90 - - Crisis 8!

The central region of the Metal Flow Plain was currently falling into the chaos of wars. Millions of cultivators die every day, let alone mortals, who were almost wiped out by the collateral damage caused by the cultivators' fights.

Not just the central region, but even the four regions of the Metal Flow Plain and the Low Plains beyond it also fell into the shadow of chaos, as many small factions used this chaotic situation for their own benefit—growing their power by attacking weaker factions for their treasures and legacies while their protectors, busy defending themselves, could not shield them from these hungry wolves.

The Golden Pillar Continent was engulfed in total chaos — no rules, safety, or mercy. Only the law of the jungle remained.

Like many factions in this chaotic moment, the Lan Clan of the southern Metal Flow Plain also faced its own circumstances.

"Please explain! Why do we let them take our territory like this? Answer me, Lord Patriarch!" Lan Wangyu yelled at Lan Tianyuan, who sat on the Patriarch's throne. His voice was filled with confusion.

While other factions gathered their forces and used this chaotic situation to grow their power — whether by raids or domination — the Lan Clan, under his father's leadership, did the opposite. As Clan Patriarch, Lan Tianyuan issued an order to call for gathering all clan members back to their main territory, leaving most of their territory unprotected and allowing neighboring factions to take it easily.

In Lan Wangyu's opinion, it was unacceptable. He couldn't understand why his father was acting this way. He demands an explanation from his father regarding the uncertain situation of the Lan Clan.

"Lord Patriarch, please reconsider! If we do nothing, others will think we are weak!" Lan Xiang said, supporting Lan Wangyu's words. He wasn't trying to please anyone — he himself also demanded an answer like everyone else in the Hall.

Lan Tianyuan did not answer immediately. His gaze swept across the hall, taking in the unusual scene. Normally, only a handful of elders gathered to discuss the clan's affairs, but today, the hall was filled with clan members, their expressions a mixture of anxiety and unease.

Seeing that all the Clan members from his son's generation were already here, Lan Tianyuan was ready to proceed with the next step he had discussed with his father and the other grand elders.

This generation of the Lan Clan was not the main fighting force, as their strength only ranged from the Divine Soul Realm to the peak of the Grand Unity Realm — nothing compared to the true powerhouses, the cultivators who possessed the power of the Dao.

However, they were still vital to the Clan, as they were the ones who mainly ran the Clan tasks such as managing the clan business, gathering resources, handling political issues, and grooming the next generation.

Despite their contributions, they had never been allowed to know the truth about the Lan Clan's origin. But now, the situation had changed. Keeping the secret any longer would bring no benefit — in fact, it might even sow more chaos within the clan when the plan proceeded. If their plan failed, everyone in the Lan Clan would die anyway.

Lan Tianyuan unleashed the spiritual aura of a Tribulation Saint Realm cultivator throughout the Clan Hall.

Thousands of cultivators within the Clan hall suddenly felt an immense pressure bearing down on them, rendering them motionless. They couldn't even move their facial muscles, standing frozen in silence.

"Silence," Lan Tianyuan said. His voice was not loud, but everyone heard it. He then retracted his spiritual aura, allowing everyone to move again.

Even though they regained their ability to move, no one dared to speak — not even his second son.

"Listen," Lan Tianyuan said. He paused for a second, deciding how to begin, then spoke.

"I believe you have questions about my command, but there is a reason for it. To understand that, let me tell you the true origin of our Lan Clan..."

Lan Tianyuan spent some time telling the story of his father's journey and the tale of the Blossoming Sword Sect's glory and how it ended, just as Hengsheng had heard it from the First Elder, Lan Mingzhi.

A thousand members of the Lan Clan, upon hearing about their Clan's origin, could not believe it. Their 400,000-year history was merely a facade, and the Lan Clan was nothing more than the remnants of the old, destroyed second-rate force.

Many of them knew about the Blossoming Sword Sect, as it was part of the new historical records. The sect had been destroyed not long before the Lan Clan emerged, and many of the Lan Clan's cultivation manuals came from them.

Their elders used to say that it was the result of the Lan Clan's ancestors snatching them from the remains of the destroyed sect.

They never imagined the story was deeper than that — they were all actually inheritors of the Blossoming Sword Sect itself.

"How could all of this be? Father, does Fuyu know this?" Lan Wangyu asked in a low voice, his fists clenched tightly.

His whole life had been about fighting his own brother to become Clan Patriarch and lead the Clan, but it turned out this position was meaningless it was only a facade position no true power. He had a hard time accepting this fact.

Lan Tianyuan observed his second son's state and couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, as it revealed how weak his Dao Heart was. He didn't answer with words, only nodded.

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Seeing his father nod, Lan Wangyu's clenched fists loosened, as he admitted defeat.

Lan Fuyu knew about the Lan Clan's secret origin in private, while he learned about the matter along with a thousand people.

This fact had revealed many things to him, one of them being that his grandfather, the Lan Clan ancestor, had already accepted Lan Fuyu as the Clan Successor after his father. There was no point in fighting for the patriarch's throne anymore.

Crake...Shatter....

Lan Tianyuan saw his son's Dao Heart shattered. He couldn't help but feel pity, even though this son always disappointed him, he was still his flesh and blood.

He shifted his focus from his son to the other clan members, who were just as confused as his son. Some could not accept it and denied his words.

Lan Tianyuan labeled them as unreliable. Then, with a wave of his hand, he silenced them and had them thrown into the Clan Dungeon to be locked up for a while.

The Clan Hall was still filled with murmurs as a thousand clan members questioned him many questions after hearing the Lan Clan's origin. Lan Tianyuan answered them patiently for a while until someone finally asked the right question.

"Lord Patriarch, how is our Clan's origin related to the order you gave to withdraw all our forces back to our main territory?" one of the elders asked. With this question, many stopped talking and listened closely, realizing it was an important matter.

"Because we have to gather all of our forces to fight against the Thunderclap Blade Sect," Lan Tianyuan said.

His answer drained the color from most of the clan members' faces, as if they'd just heard a death sentence.

"OH NO! You can't do that! You'll lead all of us Death!" another elder shouted, panic in his voice. He believed Lan Tianyuan intended to wage war against the Southern Region Lord—a suicide action. The enemy had as many as ten False Immortal cultivators, while the Lan Clan had only one: their ancestor. It was not even a close match.

"It's not what you think. We won't be waging war against them — we only need to defend, as they are the ones coming for us," Lan Tianyuan said, his voice steady as he began to explain the details of the current situation and what the clan was about to face.

When the clan members heard that their Lan Clan ancestor—Lan Wangtian was about to undergo the Dao Attainment Ceremony to become a True Immortal, a wave of excitement rippled through the crowd. The chance to have an Immortal cultivator in their clan was reason enough to sacrifice everything.

Having a True Immortal would elevate their faction to an entirely different level, both in presence and power. The moment a faction produced a True Immortal, their destiny would be forever changed — ascending to the ranks of the first-rate forces.

If they succeeded in becoming a first-rate force, their faction would stand strong for a million years.

In the billion-year history of the Golden Pillar Continent, the fall of a first-rate force had occurred no more than ten times, while second-rate forces and others crumbled countless times.

Why was the fall rate of first-rate forces so low? The answer lay in destiny. Once a faction produced a True Immortal cultivator, it would almost inevitably give rise to a second, and third in a few generations... unless they were destroyed before that.

This will always leave them with an ultimate defense against all threats, as the power of the True Immortal cultivator was so immense that no one could mess with them without paying a high price, except the Overlord.

This fact alone could explain the difference in status between having a True Immortal cultivator emerge in the faction and not having one.

"Now you should understand how important our actions are. Let's get to work," Lan Tianyuan declared, his tone leaving no room for argument as he began assigning tasks to each member.

His gaze shifted to Lan Wangyu, who still stood there, lost in his thoughts. Lan Tianyuan sighed, shaking his head before sending a message directly into his son's mind.

'Wangyu, meet me in my chambers after this.'

He intended to offer his son a push hoping his son would get back on track before the inevitable battle that would soon descend upon them — once his father called upon the Heavenly Dao for the ceremony.