Chapter 1704: 0391 The Primordial Soul attests to the Sixth-Circle Dragon King, wizard forms from all around come to court!
(12,000 words seeking monthly tickets!)_3 Chapter 1704: 0391 The Primordial Soul attests to the Sixth-Circle Dragon King, wizard forms from all around come to court!
(12,000 words seeking monthly tickets!)_3 “These people now fancy themselves as the Ancients and the Hidden Ones and are in cahoots with alien races to attack the ancestral lands of the Nora, truly a shame upon wizards!”
Lucy said calmly,
“They desire to make Nora their dominion as Plane Sovereigns.
Once one becomes the Sovereign of Nora, he can absorb other planes through special methods, transforming them into secondary planes of Nora, and those sovereigns of various planes can become sub-sovereigns.
In this way, they can not only save their own lives but also seize the opportunity for one man’s ascendance to bring elevation to all associated.”
The Black Abyss Walker said,
“But the price is that everyone must be subservient to the Nora Sovereign, becoming part of him, with no freedom to speak of.”
Lucy went on,
“No matter what, such injustices will have their price.
With the grand convergence of planes upon us, we must guard against the blood battles of the Abyss as well as the Council of Ten Thousand Clans; the great upheaval foretold by Lord Sauron for thirty-thousand years seems to have finally arrived.”
Three months later.
With the Nora plane emitting bursts of blue light,
the Land of Darkness was illuminated.
Within the sub-dimensional portal,
mighty auras flew forth, their gazes turning towards Nora.
Lucy looked towards a certain area of the Nora human realm’s outer sea region and muttered to herself,
“It seems that place will also appear in this world; it should be going after the primordial soul now.”
…
The Ruins of Ten Thousand Stars.
On the edge of the Pan-Plane.
Thousands of plane remnants, large and small, floated in this area like a graveyard, filled with deathly stillness.
Atop one such remnant stood a temple as grand as the Parthenon but colored black.
The temple was as vast as a star,
a supreme treasure akin to the Dark Ancient Tower.
Named the Dark Temple, it was a treasure refined by the ancient members of the Council of Ten Thousand Clans over tens of thousands of years, crafted from the remains of a Giant God obtained from the astral world.
They claimed the Dark Temple was a treasure comparable to the Dark Ancient Tower, worthy to be ranked among the Top Ten Wonders of the Land of Darkness.
Inside the temple,
stars hung in the void—stars of all sizes.
The largest had a diameter of ten thousand meters, the smallest only one meter.
These “Dark Stars” served as the meeting and communication hub for the powerhouses of the Council of Ten Thousand Clans.
Only “walkers” and those of even higher ranks could claim a place within the Dark Temple.
A one-meter star was a walker’s seat.
By this logic, the ten thousand meter stars were the seats of the Ancients.
In an instant,
the dim stars lit up en masse, like LED lights.
Stars glittered brightly, illuminating the temple.
Shadows, each at least of level 6 upper-level, emerged from the stars.
Atop the ten thousand-meter stars, seven colossal indistinct silhouettes stood firm.
Even as projections, they exuded a presence that intimidated the Land of Darkness.
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These were Ancient beings,
each a genuine level-10 Strongman.
Surrounding the Ancients were the Hidden Ones with their level-9 auras.
In this manner, the walkers situated themselves on the outer layer, forming a constellation ringing the moon.
The core Ancient spoke,
“The Nora plane has begun its first devouring, and we of the All Clans have been forced onto a path of no return.
Next, only by annihilating the Wizard Council can we hope to survive…
Currently, our strength is still too weak compared to the Council, whether at the top, upper levels, or middle levels.