Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 10: 145: Old (3)

Book 10: Chapter 145: Old (3)

“He really didn’t come.” Rose’s brow furrowed.

Within the dome of red, the atmosphere was quite lively. This was an exciting gathering that only took place once every thousand years. One couldn’t imagine the exorbitant sum that was necessary to secure just one ticket.

Of course, for Rose, as a Higher Existence, securing one was exceptionally easy. But there were less than 100 Higher Existences on the Mortal Plane, how many could possibly use their status to get their way?

Jade, Saru and Lilith stood silently to the side. However, it didn’t take long for the three of them to smile.

“He will come.” Jade said lightly. She seemed completely certain of this fact.

Rose frowned. “Can’t you see that barrier? Even if he did come, it would be meaningless.”

“Oh? What about the barrier?”

“This is not just any barrier, it’s the Immortal Blood Gong barrier. It’s an ancient array that’s been here since the Primordial Era. If it wasn’t for the fact its core was easy for laymen to deploy as long as one paid a great enough price, no one would of this Era would even be worthy to see it in all its glory.

“Even though it’s much weaker than it was during its peak, it’s still known as an array infinitely close to the Half-Step Immortal Grade.”

“Oh. Is that all?” Lilith said with a giggle.

“You…!” Rose clashed with Lilith once more, but the latter didn’t seem to care.

“You really do know very little about Dyon…” Saru, who usually tried to mediate the situation, actually took a firm stance opposite Rose this time. “… Firstly, Dyon doesn’t know what it means to run. Secondly, Dyon doesn’t know what it means to lose. Thirdly, Dyon never fails to replay slights levied against him… And is even more dogged in making those who touch his family pay.

“Unfortunately for the Sapientia, they’re guilty on all accounts. And, unfortunately for the Nephilim and Transcendent Beast Alliance… They’ve become complicit.”

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“He really didn’t come.”

Just as Rose was saying these words, so too were those of the Nephilim, Transcendent Beast, and Sapientia upper echelon.

“It seems that all of our planning has gone to waste. If we had known this would happen, we would have just started the Gathering over a year ago like we were meant to instead of stirring all of those sleeping old monsters.”

“It’s useful for them to be awake either way.” Another elder rebutted. “If we want to conquer Sprite Alliance territory within the next 70 years, this is the only way.”

“Not leaving them for a critical moment during the second phase was rash. I still believe we should have tolerated this new existence while maintaining a balance of caution.”

“Fool.” An elder sneered. “Since this Dyon Sacharro is from a lurking Clan, why do you think he’s suddenly come out now? Why not wait until the second phase of the Ancient Battlefield’s descent to show his true colors?”

“Isn’t that obvious? His daughter had a slip of the tongue. He had no choice.”

“You think that just because she’s a little girl she would make such an elementary mistake? Have you ever heard of a Dao Expert having a slip of the tongue? Are you really so naïve?”

“He’s right. It’s impossible for a dao expert, even if they’re a child, to make such a careless mistake. She most definitely did it on purpose. Since that’s the case, it means that this Sacharro Clan is confident that appearing now is not a problem. In fact, there’s likely a deeper scheme behind their sudden appearance.

“If we don’t go all out to crush them as soon as possible and show some decisiveness, it will be us on the losing end when the dust settles.”

On an elevated platform, three individuals watched on as their subordinates debated back and forth as though this matter had nothing to do with them, each of them with faces filled with deep wrinkles.

These three had elevated statuses beyond imagining, but even between them, there were tiers. Or, rather, there were two tiers.

The lowest among them was an Ancestor of the Transcendent Beast Alliance. His name had long been lost to history and he was simply known as Old Claw.

Above Old Claw, the remaining two old men sat on the same level.

Sitting in the middle of the three, the center Ancestor was of massive stature. His throne was huge, accommodating his almost 30-meter height. However, with his size, one could hear the creaking of his bones with every slight movement he made.

Still, the one on the left was maybe the most mysterious of them all. His moustache and beard were as long as the white hair on his head, each reaching to his waist and radiating a slight golden aura. His wrinkled face was adorned with crystal framed glasses, hiding his piercing golden gaze.

These two old men were Ancestor Giant and Ancestor Scholar, the highest gifted title of the Sapientia!

However, one shouldn’t look down on Old Claw. Since he could sit here… He was of course worthy! His only flaw was that his Transcendent Beast Alliance was too weak in comparison to these two. But, individually, if Faith was ignored… He was just as strong!

It was then that a single voice blanketed the millions below with incomparable ease.

“Tsk, you all actually locked me out, this sincerity of the Nephilim is truly lacking.”