Chapter 870: Chapter 554: Fusang, Arasaka Group
Beneath the man’s throne, one could vaguely see streams of information formed by the convergence of countless Ether and Spiritual Power, extending outwards as one of the few sources of light in this dark space.
Below the throne, a dense array of colored light points made up the remainder.
The Spiritual Power radiance in the eyes of the Spirit Masters.
In this grand hall, numerous figures stood, all emanating a powerful aura—quite extraordinary indeed. Those closest to the throne exuded a transcendent aura, like beings who have surpassed ignorant mortals, reaching a higher plane.
It is worth noting that...
None among them had any sign of "beast transformation" traits—all were pureblood human Spirit Masters.
Yet, regardless of how strong their aura was, the gaze of those beneath the throne towards the figure on the throne remained unchanged.
—It was a gaze filled with reverence and unconditional trust, as if looking upon a savior.
On the steps closest to the throne.
A tall middle-aged True Master in a white suit stood, seemingly second in rank only to the figure on the throne.
With handsome features, a prominent nose, and silver hair tied at the back, he raised his head, his eyes glowing with white-gold True Intent, speaking respectfully to the leader whose face was covered with white cloth.
"Lord, have you discovered anything?"
The voice echoed through the space, causing everyone to tense involuntarily.
At this moment, these Spirit Masters appeared to be gathered here for some meeting, evidently noticing the leader’s subtle motion of raising his head.
"..."
The figure on the throne slowly lowered his head, the black-eyes drawn on the white cloth seemingly surveying everyone present, nodding gently.
In the next moment, a voice, carrying a hint of void and devoid of emotional tone, resounded throughout the dark space.
"There are esteemed guests from another realm."
The crowd showed puzzled expressions, only some True Masters seemed to have an inkling.
He continued, "I’ve arranged for a reception."
"Everything else proceeds as planned."
Upon hearing this, nearly all the Spirit Masters below the steps were moved to tears.
—Oh, great Lord...
—No one knows what you have sacrificed for Fusang, no one understands how noble you are!
The tall middle-aged True Master closest to the throne was even more agitated, taking a deep breath to contain his tone: "You must take care of yourself at this moment!"
"Leave the remaining tasks to us."
In the next moment, he turned around, his eyes with platinum hue as if tangible, gazing at the Spirit Masters below, dispersing his Spiritual Power Fluctuation, with utmost determination and conviction, sounding like a bell in everyone’s ears.
"Gentlemen! A great era has arrived!"
"This is a massive crisis, but also an opportunity!"
"The impure beast blood now flooding throughout Fusang lands, those repulsive lowly beings... I believe you have all endured for far too long, just like me!"
He waved his hand, and platinum brilliance illuminated the dark hall: "But all this is about to end!"
"Order will be completely redefined, the great noble lineage will command and govern everything from top to bottom!"
"No longer will we need anyone’s charity or help. Under the leadership of the Cruel cradle and the Lord, Fusang shall transform into that glorious millennium kingdom!"
At this moment, nearly all the Spirit Masters present showed extreme fanaticism—even the other True Masters.
Some couldn’t help but pledge their allegiance:
"Indeed, the bestial blood inherited from those self-proclaimed divine spirits, no matter how high-tier, how can it compare to the noble bloodline passed down for hundreds of years?"
"For this country, for the Lord’s dream, we shall scorch ourselves in fire and never turn back!"
"Never turning back!!"
The atmosphere among the crowd was nearly ablaze.
So pure, so sublime, so fervent, devoid of any selfish desire.
All seemed to be in anticipation of that resplendent future.
However.
The figure on the throne, whose face was covered by white cloth and referred to as the "Lord", showed no response at this moment, only continuing to stare as if into the void, seemingly fused with the massive iron throne.
...Like a living puppet.
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In the Bridge of the Rainbow Serpent.
Three streams of light continued their tireless progression.
—Almost upon entering, a force akin to being immersed in a rapid river suddenly wrapped around from all directions.
For the weak, this force would be enough to dissolve their body and spirit into the most basic particles.
But for the three beings who could manifest Domains...
Though not easy, it was far from perilous.
Su Yue maintained the minimal operation of his Domain, enveloping Finn Xi, Lin Guang, and Remyu on his back, like navigating sturdy submarines down the rainbow river.
Slower than Star Track, yet much faster than traveling alone.
The only cost was the massive consumption of Spiritual Power and Ether required to sustain the Domain.
The passage of time drifted slowly amid such slightly tedious traversal.
"It’s been hours, much slower than the Star Track, how much further?"
Vishdair inquired within Lin Guang’s Sea of Spirit.
"Should be close now."
Lin Guang pondered: "According to the plan, we won’t directly enter Fusang territory. It’s best to stop in neutral waters first."
Zumama, slightly puzzled, asked, "Stop in neutral waters?"
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