"So many forces are converging… The Howling Moon Mountain Range surely won't be enough to divide among them all."1

Luo Chen frowned deeply, unable to understand why a single Frontier War had attracted so many participants. The number of allies might be a blessing during the war, but when it came time to share the spoils, it would become the greatest curse.0

The cake was only so large. As the leading force, would the Falling Cloud Sect really agree to divide it into twenty-seven shares? Even the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect, which had endured in silence for years, could no longer restrain itself. Luo Chen found it hard to believe that Han Zhan, the Sage of the Falling Cloud Sect, would act with such short-sightedness. If it were him, he would rather suffer heavier losses in battle in exchange for a larger share afterward. A short-term loss was nothing compared to a long-term gain.4

But suddenly, Luo Chen recalled the scene of the Great Snowy Mountains, where the Whitebone Dao Palace stood. If the Howling Moon Mountain Range wasn't enough to share, then adding the Great Snowy Mountains would result in more than enough for everyone. If Ice Torrent succeeded in advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm and took advantage of this momentum to launch another...0