1056 L-Lady Vyriana you can't!
"All Cultivators below the Divine Stage are to return to their homeland.
It is time to cause some big ruckus in the sleeping Yrniel."
Vyriana spoke with an excited smile on her face.
The man standing next to her, however, didn't share her excitement, rather, hearing what she said, the man widened his eyes in shock and,
"L-Lady Vyriana you can't!"
Vyriana narrowed her eyes. Seeing that look in her eyes, the man panicked. He knew Vyriana was not known for her patience. If he offended her, he could warmly say goodbye to his life but the man still wanted to live.
And to do that, he explained himself as much as he could,
"Sending all the Cultivators in the Order to Yrniel would not only cause a huge ruckus in Yrniel.
It would also stop the entire Order from working properly since no one would be left to carry out tasks coming from the above.
The Cultivators below the Divine Stage may not be strong, however, they are still part of the Order. Their presence is what keeps the Order running.
If all of them are suddenly sent to Yrniel, everything the Order does will come to a halt!"
The man explained.
Vyriana, however, just narrowed her eyes,
"And you think I do not know that?"
"B-But..."
"We may stay in a separate dimension but do not forget that the Ancestral Order is a Part of Yrniel.
The people of Yrniel had gotten soft, the competition had gotten stale, the Top stays on the Top, while the weak ones had already accepted their positions and resigned to their fates.
The number of cultivators joining the Order every century is falling century after century.
This clearly showed that the quality of cultivators in Yrniel is dropping.
This needs to be stopped.
The people of Yrniel need a wake-up call.
The Top needs to realize that they aren't absolute.
While the Weak ones need to step out and struggle till they get stronger.
This sense of urgency, we need to instill it into them.
The Order needs to return to Yrniel."
Vyriana spoke, her eyes shining brightly as she did. The strength behind her mere words overwhelmed the man. Mind you, in no world, was this man weak.
He was a Complete Divine Stage Cultivator who was a valuable asset of the Order. That was the reason why he was sitting where he was sitting. Someone like him could easily crush all the so-called world leaders of Yrniel even if they all come at him together, and he wouldn't even break a sweat while doing so.
However, in front of Vyriana,
This man felt the intimidation he had never felt from any Divine Stage Cultivator. Heck, even from the Higher-ups, the beings who are said to be absolute, sometimes, he felt like Vyriana's aura surpassed even them.
But no matter how intimidating Vyriana was, what she was asking, the man just couldn't do it.
"Lady Vyriana, even if I do agree with what you said, I simply do not have the authority to make such a big decision,
You need to convince the Higher-ups, if they allow it, I would gladl-"
Before the man could even complete, the ring on
Vyriana's finger shined, and under the man's wide eyes, a red-colored Scale appeared in Vyriana's hand.
*Gulp*
The man gulped.
He was forced to use Mana to stabilize and protect himself from the dense energy coming out from the Scale.
The man knew what this Scale was,
Ancestral Emblems.
He had only heard about them from the higher-ups, but to think he would actually be seeing one of them right in front of his eyes.
And to think Vyriana would be possessing one of them.
The man stared at Vyriana in absolute shock. He knew this woman was different from others, but to think she would be carrying the Ancestral Emblems from the legend...
Just how was this possible...?
How could a Divine Stage Cultivator carry something like this...?
Ancestral Emblems show the highest authority in the Order. Once the Emblem is shown, whatever the person carrying it says must be followed, no questions asked. Even the Higher-ups have no right to reject the orders given.
No one knows who carries the Ancestral Emblems or how many Emblems there actually are, however, one thing is for sure,
With Vyriana revealing one of the Emblems right in front of him, he needed to take direct action.
"The Cultivators from the Order should be registering their clans within a week, is that clear?"
"Y-Yes, as you command, Lady Vyriana!"
The man bowed his head.
Vyriana nodded, storing the emblem back into her strange ring, she turned around and then disappeared.
Appeared in a different place, Vyriana momentarily paused.
"I know you are here, come out."
She spoke.
A cloaked figure walked towards Vyriana.
"What's the point of wearing the cloak and mask?"
"I am merely trying to copy you."
The cloaked figure spoke, her voice so soft and melodious, that any normal person would simply fall on his knees just by listening to it, yet at the same time, the woman's voice also had a hint of huskiness that was both seductive and mysterious.
"Anyways, jokes aside, for you to be able to sense my presence, even though I wasn't really trying to hide, that's quite a great improvement. I guess your strength increased again huh...
You have surpassed my expectations yet again,
As expected from someone like you."
The woman praised as she looked into Vyriana's eyes.
Vyriana, however, simply closed her eyes.
She knew better than anyone else, this woman was acting friendly, and Vyriana knew that she was an ally she could trust, however, Vyriana also knew that she shouldn't be looking straight into those hypnotic red eyes of hers. At least not until she is as strong as her.
Which, she currently was not.
"I did not sense your presence.
I just knew you would be coming since I used the Emblem."
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