A series of orders rumbled like thunder. The ministers quickly realized that, once the son of an entertainer, this Emperor had grown into a true heavenly monarch.
The Radiant Emperor said, “I’ve cleared away all obstacles for you. Will you be able to lead this Divination Pavilion in the future and prevent similar things from happening again?”
“I will do my best if Your Majesty wills it.”
The Emperor nodded and left, followed by the group of frantic ministers.
Once out of the building, the Radiant Emperor saw a stoic figure standing outside the doors. He waved at the ministers, saying, “You may return, I have matters to discuss with Prince Greensun.”
Not daring to say anything, the ministers boarded the airship that would take them back to the Imperial court. Just as the vessel was ascending into the air, it erupted in an earth-shattering explosion. Shards from the airship flew off in all directions. Clearly, all of the important ministers within were now dead.
Prince Greensun stood there motionlessly, watching as the black clouds billowed into the sky. “A bit crude.”
The Radiant Emperor laughed out loud. “As long as it’s effective. It would be difficult to round them all up in one place under normal circumstances. Now that the soaring serpent is about to fly, there’s nothing to be afraid of!”
“It’s not a bad idea to clear out unpredictable variables at the critical moment. It’s just that... will the Chronicle of Glory go according to plan?”
The Radiant Emperor said, “Regardless, there’s no turning back at this point. All we can do is wait for the day of fate to arrive.”
Zhang Boqian shot the Radiant Emperor a worried glance.
The Emperor didn’t seem concerned at all. “Let’s go, I’m sure there will be a fierce competition in court today. We must also mobilize the entire country to guard against a final struggle from the dark races.”
The two stepped into the void together.
The remains of the airship kept on burning outside of the Divination Pavilion.
...
An ancient bell tolled from the Evernight Council, echoing throughout the entire realm. This was an emergency summons—all members were to hurry toward the council upon hearing it. A meeting would begin twenty-four hours from the time of this bell, whether or not people had arrived.
Only the council chairman and the three supremes had the right to initiate such a summon.
All of a sudden, countless figures took to the air from various continents and shot toward the council hall. In the plaza outside of the council, airships were coming in and out to transport respectable council members to the meeting.
Most of the seats in the hall were already occupied, but the meeting hadn’t started yet. The members looked worried as they engaged in a heated discussion about what was going on. They couldn’t figure out where the sense of unease was coming from, but there was a fear deep inside in their hearts.
It was at this moment that a solemn aura poured down from atop the Sacred Mountain, silencing the entire hall. Everyone knew that the supremes had arrived, all three of them in fact.
An extremely powerful aura appeared on one of the high thrones. A commotion spread out among the council members when this rustic man appeared. No one had imagined the Wolf Sovereign would appear since their race was in chaos. He was now the leader of the entire werewolf race. His stance was the stance of all the lycanthropes.
As the voices died down, the council chairman’s words echoed in the hall. “We’re all gathered today to discuss an extremely important matter. We require all of the sacred races to come together to a united front! His Majesty the Demon King will tell us what exactly has happened.”
The Demon King’s figure appeared on the Sacred Mountain. Few council members had ever seen this supreme’s true body, so everyone was quite excited.
They were also somewhat restless because the more unified the powerhouses were, the more serious the issue.
The Demon King looked down at the members below. “I summoned everyone here today for a single matter. We think we finally know what the humans have been plotting for a thousand years. We now know what the Chronicle of Glory is.”
An explosive commotion broke out in the crowd as people discussed the matter.
The Demon King gestured for silence. “It’s because of Anwen that we were able to observe things far beyond our reach, and this is what we found.”
With a swing of his hand, the Demon King covered the entire hall in darkness, and in the depths of this darkness was the boundless starry skies. The council members found the scene familiar but at the same time somewhat out of place. What was out of place, though, they could not tell.
At this moment, the scenery zoomed in and one of the members exclaimed, “This is the void to the west of the world vault!”
Everyone nodded in unison.
Although the starry skies looked similar at a glance, these members were some of the most powerful experts. It was only natural that they could discern the small details.
The audience watched with bated breath as the starry skies closed in.
The movement was akin to the observers flying out into the depths of the void. The council members knew just how far they would have to fly out into the depths of the void to witness such a scene.
There was an invisible boundary in the void and once this line was crossed, the traveler would enter an incomparably violent world. Void colossi would appear randomly in those areas, along with unpredictable void tempests. Just the cold environment of the void was enough to take most people’s lives. The two sides of this boundary were like a peaceful lake and a raging sea.
The scene projected before them had clearly crossed over this boundary and was entering the deep void.
At this point, an exceptionally bright area appeared in the starry skies. One of the stars here was much bigger and brighter than the rest, so much so that the council members couldn’t look straight at it.
The scenery stood there for a split second before heading toward that star. Moments later, the star itself appeared before everyone’s eyes—a raging ball of flame appeared in the council hall.
The council members began to tremble. A duke gasped. “That’s no star... that’s a sun!”
The Demon King’s voice was exceedingly serious. “Correct, that is a sun and a new one at that. And that sun is flying toward us at an unimaginable speed. It will appear in our world before long, and when that time comes, we will have two suns in the sky.”
The might of the sun was terrifying, evidenced by the inferno at the top of the world. The original sun had already rendered one-third of the continents uninhabitable. If one more were to arrive...
They didn’t dare imagine.
“This... this is the Chronicle of Glory?”
“Yes, this is the Chronicle of Glory,” the Demon King replied.
“Are we... about to die?”
“If it truly arrives, yes.”
Watching this raging sun, all the council members felt as though they had been plunged into an icy abyss. No one would’ve believed that the humans were dragging a sun into the Evernight World if they hadn’t seen it themselves!
Such a grand scheme was even beyond the supremes’ imagination! Who had laid down this plan? Who had found this new sun? And how did the weak human race manage to drag this sun over?
These questions were no longer important.
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