Chapter 195: Eight gods kneeling infront of a single person
The shattered fragments of the awakening crystal continued to fall like silver snow across the ruined plaza.
Silence reigned.
Not the silence of peace, but the silence of shock so profound that the human mind could no longer process reality.
Thousands of witnesses stood frozen.
Their eyes remained fixed upon the eight figures standing amid the dissipating pillars of platinum-silver light.
The radiance slowly faded.
Yet the pressure remained.
It pressed down upon the plaza like an invisible ocean, forcing even the strongest hunters to struggle for each breath.
Then the world reacted.
Across every continent, every screen that still functioned flickered back to life.
Emergency broadcasts overrode every channel.
The face of a pale World Government spokesperson appeared, her voice cracking as she spoke.
"We are receiving reports of... of an unprecedented event. Eight simultaneous awakenings have occurred at the Central Plaza. Preliminary readings indicate... the system cannot determine their ranks."
She paused.
Her hand trembled as she touched her earpiece.
"I have just been informed that every measurement device within five hundred miles has been destroyed. The energy signatures... they exceed our maximum parameters."
Billions watched.
Billions waited.
And then the sky changed.
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The first arrival announced itself through the displacement of atmosphere.
A golden rift tore open above the eastern edge of the plaza.
From within stepped an ancient man.
His hair was white as winter snow, yet his face carried no wrinkles.
His eyes held the depth of ten thousand years.
Behind him, twelve figures emerged wearing golden robes embroidered with the emblem of the Royal Faction—a symbol that had not appeared in public for over three centuries.
The crowd gasped.
Someone whispered a name that had become legend.
"Emperor Shen... of the First Royal Dynasty?"
The ancient man’s gaze swept across the plaza.
He did not look at the terrified spectators.
He did not look at the broken dome or the shattered crystal.
His eyes found the eight figures standing at the center.
And for the first time in eight hundred years, Emperor Shen bowed his head slightly.
Before he could speak, another rift opened.
This one was different.
Darkness poured from its edges like liquid shadow.
From within emerged beings whose forms seemed to shift between solid and spectral.
They wore no uniforms, no emblems.
Their presence alone identified them.
The Ancient Faction.
Legends whispered that they had existed before humanity’s recorded history.
Some said they were the first hunters.
Others claimed they were something older.
Their leader stepped forward—a woman whose age could not be determined.
Her eyes had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations.
She looked at the eight figures.
Her ancient heart, which had not quickened in millennia, began to beat faster.
Then the third rift appeared.
Then the fourth.
The fifth.
One by one, the Ten Supreme Factions arrived.
Each entrance was more spectacular than the last.
The Celestial Sect descended upon clouds of condensed spiritual energy.
The Primordial Clan emerged from a crack in space itself.
The Eternal Court appeared in a flash of temporal distortion.
They were the beings who had a god realm entity among them.
Then a single figure appeared there as well.
He wore simple black robes.
His eyes were the color of dying stars.
Every member of the Jiang Clan in the VIP section immediately collapsed to their knees.
Jiang Chengyu’s father pressed his forehead against the ground.
His voice emerged as a broken whisper.
"The Ancestor..."
Jiang Chengyu stared.
She had heard stories of the Jiang Family Ancestor her entire life.
She had been told he was a myth.
A legend used to inspire younger generations.
Yet there he stood.
The founder of her bloodline.
The being who had established the Jiang Clan over five thousand years ago.
He did not look toward his descendants.
He did not acknowledge their terrified bows.
His ancient eyes were fixed entirely upon the eight young figures standing in simple clothes at the center of the plaza.
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The plaza had transformed.
What was once a venue for celebrating noble heirs had become a gathering of legends.
Emperor Shen of the First Royal Dynasty—X-Rank existence.
The Ancient Faction’s leader, known only as Mother Twilight—X-Rank.
The Celestial Sect’s Grand Elder—X-Rank.
The Primordial Clan’s Patriarch—X-Rank.
The Eternal Court’s Timeless King—X-Rank.
All ten Supreme Factions had sent their highest authorities except the god realm entities.
Beings who had not left their domains in centuries had traveled across continents in moments.
And now they stood at the edge of the shattered plaza.
Their gazes were fixed upon eight young people wearing worn boots and patched clothing.
The contrast was almost absurd.
Yet not a single one of these legendary beings dared to step forward carelessly.
Emperor Shen was the first to move.
The ancient ruler of the First Dynasty walked across the broken stone.
His golden robes trailed behind him.
He stopped at a respectful distance.
Then he spoke.
His voice carried no arrogance.
No imperial command.
Only careful humility.
"I am Shen Fengxi, former Emperor of the First Royal Dynasty." He placed his right hand over his heart. "May I inquire as to the names of those who have awakened today?"
The eight figures did not respond.
They did not turn.
They did not acknowledge his existence.
Emperor Shen’s expression flickered.
Behind him, whispers spread through the gathered legends.
Mother Twilight stepped forward next.
Her form shifted between solid and shadow as she moved.
"I am called Twilight by those who remember the old world." Her voice echoed across multiple frequencies. "I have guarded humanity’s border for sixty-seven centuries. I mean no disrespect. I only wish to understand what has awakened among us."
Nothing.
The eight remained silent.
Their attention was directed elsewhere.
Toward the edge of the plaza.
Toward a man whose hands rested casually in his pockets.
Toward a figure who appeared so ordinary that he had been completely ignored by every camera, every reporter, every noble in attendance.
The Jiang Family Ancestor stepped forward as well.
" I am Jiang Feng, the ancestor of the Jiang clan.", he said respectfully.
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Ren stood at the center of the eight.
His body was changing slowly. He could feel everything now.
The ley lines beneath the planet.
The energy currents flowing through the atmosphere. The weight of every gaze fixed upon him.
He felt no fear. No hesitation. Only clarity.
He looked at Mei. She looked at the others. One by one, they exchanged glances.
Eight pairs of eyes. Eight silent conversations.
Then, as one, they nodded.
The crowd watched in confusion as the eight newly awakened beings began to move.
They walked past Emperor Shen without looking at him.
They walked past Mother Twilight without acknowledging her bow.
They walked past the Jiang Family Ancestor without registering his presence.
The legends parted before them like water before stones.
Not one dared to block their path.
The eight walked toward the edge of the plaza.
Toward the place where the ordinary spectators stood.
Toward a single figure who had not moved throughout the entire catastrophe.
Alex watched them approaching toward him.
His expression remained calm. His hands remained in his pockets.
The eight youths stopped before him.
The entire world watched through damaged camera drones and flickering holographic feeds.
Billions held their breath.
Then Ren knelt.
His knees touched the broken stone.
His head lowered.
Behind him, Mei knelt.
Then Kai.
Then Noel.
Then the others.
Eight former commoners.
Eight newly awakened beings whose power had shattered the world’s measuring systems.
Eight entities that had forced legends to bow.
All kneeling before a man who looked like nothing at all.
Ren raised his head. His eyes met Alex’s. The entire plaza was silent. The entire world was watching.
"Teacher." Ren’s voice carried across the ruined space. Clear, steady and unwavering. "What is your order for us?"
The words fell like stones into still water. Ripples of shock spread through every being present. Emperor Shen’s carefully maintained composure cracked. Mother Twilight’s spectral form flickered violently. The Jiang Family Ancestor’s ancient eyes widened.
And somewhere in the VIP section, Jiang Chengyu’s world collapsed for the second time that day. The man she had dismissed as worthless. The man whose name she had not even bothered to learn. He was the teacher of eight beings that made her SSS-Rank talent look like a child’s sparkler. Her legs gave way. She fell to her knees beside her father. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them could.
The silence stretched. Alex looked down at his kneeling students.He smiled.
It was a small thing. Almost gentle. But the legends watching from the shadows saw something beneath that smile. Something that made their ancient souls tremble.
"Rise," Alex said quietly. His voice carried no power. No spiritual pressure. No energy whatsoever. Yet every being within miles heard it clearly.
"I want you all to create a faction and make it the strongest faction of humanity. Use your power to search the entire universe.
I want you to find the ancient dragon species."
