Chapter 967: Chapter 967
Chapter 967: Chapter 128: The Gods’ Gaze
Second floor of the attic.
Snow and ice swirled.
Her Majesty the Empress had already risen from the throne, her palm resting on the Spirit Crystal Ball… The moment the great explosion erupted, she wanted to set off, yet she was pulled back by another “summon,” unable to leave.
At this moment in the attic, there was more than one divine thought intertwined.
The image in the Crystal Ball was no longer the Duolu River.
But an endless, dark [Deep Sea].
The highest council meeting, neither early nor late, was initiated at this precise moment… This was a privilege possessed only by the seven “Divine Thrones” who held the fire seeds. As the supreme leaders of humanity’s hope, their spirits had long spread with the diffusion of the [Deep Sea] across the entire Five Continents; to start a mental conference only took an instant, a signal.
The predecessors had established iron laws that could not be transcended, delineating the boundaries between the Divine Thrones of the Five Continents clearly and distinctly.
Only in “emergency situations” could the highest council use this privilege.
The moment the emergency meeting was convened—
Several figures appeared out of thin air in the meeting room. Their bodies were shrouded in the divine light of their respective fire seeds, and thus, they looked up, staring at the Empress through the Spirit Crystal Ball.
The waves of the deep sea shattered.
The Empress’s divine thought instantly reached the meeting room of the highest council… This meeting room was extremely old, with flickering dim lights, and outsiders would hardly believe that this was the place where the Divine Thrones held emergency meetings.
There was no alternative; the meeting room designed by Allen Turing for humanity’s supreme beings was just so plain… and dilapidated.
Moreover, he had surprisingly left a total of thirteen seats!
This was indeed ironic.
Because there were only seven Divine Thrones in total across the Five Continents, no matter how the highest council’s privileges were altered or exchanged, at most, only seven people could come here for meetings.
And at this moment, only three had come to the meeting room.
One was shrouded in intensely bright light; even among the Divine Thrones of the highest council meeting one another, the face still did not show. In fact, it was not by deliberate intent, but the inherent attribute of the Light Fire was .
For the Divine Thrones, such intensely bright light shrouding their faces could not obscure their vision.
Fire seeds were neither high nor low, noble nor base.
They could fully see the face under this light, so the “Divine Appearance” shrouded in bright light did not mean much.
One wore a red robe and smiled.
The other was cloaked in a large gray robe, wielding a silver spear.
These three Divine Thrones, who had previously stared at the Empress through the Spirit Crystal Ball… were precisely the Light, Sky, and Southern Continent’s Storm.
The Wine God’s Seat had fallen, and the fire seed had yet to find a suitable candidate.
This emergency meeting was destined to have an absence.
And those two from the East Continent… had not hurried to take their seats.
Of course, the Netherworld King would not come; he always ignored rules and boundaries, and since refining the fire seed, he had not participated in any emergency meetings organized by the highest council.
The Empress sat expressionlessly, fully aware of the schemes of these three.
No matter how much the North Continent Army tried to cover up the intelligence of the Duolu River Disaster Realm, it was futile.
Among the highest council, secrets were hard to keep.
From the moment she arranged the “Restart Mission,” these Divine Thrones had been focused on the Duolu River… And when the traveler struck the gateway, all Divine Thrones confirmed the message of the rumor.
“Tsk, the Eighth Divine Seat… actually really exists.”
The Sky Divine Throne spoke softly, clicking his tongue in wonder: “Even though we can’t see that fellow’s real appearance, just listening to the movements coming from the Disaster Realm is quite frightening.”
Their “gaze” was cast upon the Disaster Realm.
But unfortunately, they could only gaze.
The Empress held the Duolu River in the palm of her hand; the North Continent was her territory. The divine thoughts of the Outer Continent Divine Thrones could not penetrate it. No matter how much they gazed, they could only sense some of the surging aura inside, unable to see what really happened.
The Sky smiled and asked, “Lin, why guard the Disaster Realm so tightly? Why not let a crack open and let us enjoy the spectacle?”
The Empress refused, “The [Old World] has flooded in a large number of Extraordinary Creatures. To ensure safety, I cannot open a crack; I must be responsible for the people of the North Continent.”
Upon hearing this, the Sky seemingly agreed, nodding, but did not step back. Instead, he continued with a smile, pressing the question: “Dealing with the rumored ‘traveler’ and clearing out these countless minions must be troublesome… why not open the crack and let me assist you?”
With these words, the Storm Divine Throne also expressed his stance: “Open the crack, and count me in.”
He couldn’t be bothered with the roundabout way of the Sky.
He got straight to the point.
This “emergency meeting” was essentially the highest council’s pressure on the Empress.
The appearance of the Eighth Divine Seat was practically a gift from the heavens… For them, the fragmented history of the [Old World] could be largely filled in. If they could collect the erroneous paths the “traveler” had traversed, then the chance of finding an oasis would increase by thirty percent.
Moreover, they would have the opportunity to seize the eighth fire seed!
The collision between the two “civilizations” would inevitably be barbaric.
Either you annihilate me, or I annihilate you. As for the so-called “peace,” it only appears in one situation: neither side has enough strength… neither is enough to devour the other.
Now that the Eighth Divine Seat has chosen to appear, the traveler, abandoned six hundred years ago, has found the [door] to the Five Continents. The intentions of the Sky and Storm are very clear—
Kill the traveler, and they could gain a brand new fire seed!
The Empress narrowed her eyes, looking at the two Divine Thrones, whose pretense had fallen away.
“You must open the rift.”
On the other side, Light, who had been silent, spoke: “I’m not interested in the ‘traveler’, but the remnants left by the Netherworld King are very important… if you refuse, I will personally reach the Duolu River.”
He already knew of the fall of the Blessed Son.
This time, Light City’s operation ended in complete failure, but at least it brought back one piece of information!
The Duolu River is the Nether River!
“If you personally reach the Duolu River, I will act.”
A low voice sounded after the Light God’s Seat spoke.
A fifth figure appeared in the meeting room.
The newly appointed Battle God Throne, Bai Shu.
Light slowly turned his head, looking at the person who spoke.
He chuckled softly and asked, “Little one, do you think… with just you, you can stop me?”
Bai Shu was the patriarch of the Bai Family, in terms of seniority, there were not many in Changye with a higher rank than him.
The same should be true across the Five Continents.
But unfortunately, Light had lived longer, even the previous Battle God Throne, Gu Changzhi, was merely his disciple.
“Perhaps you can give it a try.” Bai Shu’s expression remained unchanged, he said flatly, “I never said I would stop you above the Disaster Realm… If you move towards the Disaster Realm, then I will go directly to Light City.”
Light’s expression changed suddenly.
“Sorry, everyone, I’m not interested in anything that happens in this Disaster Realm, traveler, Nether River, the shattered history… not interested at all.”
Bai Shu glanced around, speaking lightly: “But I am very interested in your legacies, Light City, Source Tower, Storm Temple. If everyone wants to take a stroll to the Duolu River, then I will take a trip to your Land of Divine Miracles. In the past twenty years, East Continent has endured so much humiliation; taking something as compensation shouldn’t be too much, right?”
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the three Divine Seats all changed.
The Empress unabashedly cast a grateful look at Bai Shu.
“Do you not care about the ‘Iron Law’?!” Light said coldly, “If you wish to overstep the boundary, feel free to do so!”
“Iron Law… so you still remember that term.”
Bai Shu responded expressionlessly: “Does the highest seat today really still value the ‘Iron Law’ set by our ancestors? Since you wish to overstep the boundary and meddle in the affairs of the North Continent… then what does it matter if I take a walk outside?”
Light could not counter.
He stopped arguing with Bai Shu, instead turning his focus back to the Empress, at this moment directly uttering the Beizhou Empress’s name, “My Blessed Son met with misfortune in your domain.”
This sentence carried a hidden sharpness.
But the Light God’s Seat paused slightly, his tone becoming gentle again: “If you are willing to let go of the rift at this moment… consider it a favor I owe you, and besides that, the marriage alliance between the Meng family of Light City and the Lin Family can continue to be maintained.”
The Blessed Son’s soul token shattered.
Most likely, he suffered heavy damage.
But no problem… his apostles have the vitality of the “Undead”, even if beheaded, they can persist stubbornly, as long as the Blessed Son hasn’t been utterly destroyed, by the time he reaches the Disaster Realm, there is still a chance to save him.
The Empress shook her head, she stood up, “If this emergency meeting was convened just to get me to release authority… then I’m sorry, I refuse, I do not accept any form of negotiation or threat.”
She had no time to linger in this meeting.
The always smiling Sky Divine Throne called out to the Empress again.
Though casually seated, he sat in the position closest to the chief among the gods… at this moment, Sky’s body leaned slightly forward, the pressure in the meeting room instantly increased.
The smile on his face slowly faded.
Sky extended a palm, saying calmly, “Perhaps you could reconsider my proposal once more.”
In his palm, endless winds swirled.
Thread by thread of cloud-like aura appeared in the meeting room, reflecting multiple mirrors of the sky… at this moment projecting every corner of the Duolu River Disaster Realm.
The Empress paused her steps slightly upon seeing this scene.
This was a terrifying thing, she enveloped the Disaster Realm layer by layer with divine thought, yet in fact… Sky could see it all.
The so-called “unknown appearance”, “just watching the spectacle”, were all false statements.
More importantly, Sky showing his mighty power at this moment was a warning to her… if she chose to face the traveler alone, the subsequent battle, all the gods in the meeting room would be able to see.
The attic long sealed.
The furnace exhausted.
Divine power dwindling.
Once her strength was seen by the gods as clearly “declining”, then even acquiring the eighth fire seed would not be a good thing.
This would only invite greater disaster.
“Sorry, to repeat myself, I do not accept any form of negotiation or threat.”
The Empress only paused for a split second before stepping forward again.
As she exited the meeting room, she coldly tossed back these words. Find the newest release on NoveI~Fire.net
“Next, you can open your eyes wide and clearly see everything that happens in the Disaster Realm.”