BXBX NOVEL Chapter Book 11: 7: Work (1)
Book 11: Chapter 7: Work (1)
On this day, the Mortal Plane trembled under a great might.
One might think that the so-called descent of the Ancient Battlefield was nothing more than figure of speech. It couldn’t be that a land that large would truly descend from the skies, right? However, the reality was far out of the expectations of those who hadn’t lived long enough to see the last descent. Maybe the only one on the whole of the mortal plane not surprised was Luna Sacharro.
The skies shook and quaked and space shattered.
In the next moment, the skies darkened. A shadow the likes of which stretched over the whole of the mortal plane blanketed countless universes in a sea of darkness.
Despite being enclosed by a barrier of time and space created by the Jafari Clan Treasure, the Mortal Empire wasn’t spared this reality. Just like everyone else, a shadow loomed over them all. However, unlike the fear much of the rest of the mortal plane experienced, the citizens of the Mortal Empire looked up with eyes blazing with fighting intent.
It was impossible to say that some of them didn’t have fears or apprehensions. However, this didn’t dull their fighting spirit.
Whenever they felt themselves wavering, the looked up into the skies to see a singular young man standing amidst the trembling skies, his back as straight as a javelin and his lips curled into a disdainful sneer.
“Calm yourself in my presence.”
His words were soft, yet they somehow reached the ears of them all.
Just like this, the trembling ceased. Space calmed itself and the fabric of reality that seemed ready to sheer apart at any moment were forcefully stabilized.
Dyon smiled lightly, feeling the hearts of his people fall into a calm ease.
What he had done just now was simply a parlor trick. Using Hell’s Right Eye, he stretched the space between the descent of the battlefield and his people by thousands of times. The trembling was still occurring, it was just that they couldn’t hear it. It was impossible for Dyon, even with his current strength, to stop its descent.
However, despite it just being a small trick, its impact was massive. What did they have to fear if their Emperor could tell the Heavens to simmer down?
Soon, the trembling across the mortal plane came to an end. In the skies, a massive void of black lay, not unlike what one might think a black hole might appear as.
There was no start, nor no end to it. It simply existed, blocking out all light as though to be a constant reminder of the battlefield’s presence.
In a flash, swirling portals began to appear above every planet in existence. This was no doubt that entrance toward the first phase. However, oddly enough, Dyon seemed to be the only one primed to enter. Had he not prepared?
Those who weren’t in the loop wouldn’t understand, but the upper echelon of the Mortal Empire were well aware of Dyon’s goals and plans. They didn’t blink an eye as Dyon entered alone, his shoulders holding the hopes of and dreams of an entire Empire.
All across the Mortal Plane, similar occurrences were happening. But in the Mortal Empire, despite the numerous portals that appeared, Dyon was the only one to take a step forward.
A single Empire, in complete unity, without even a single soul acting for their own interests… When in the history of the world had such a thing ever occurred?
Dyon might have been arrogant, but there were few things he truly boasted about. But, if there was one that made him smile an unrestrained smile, it was this very truth seen today.
Appearing on the familiar Ancient Battlefield, Dyon didn’t take much time to gain his bearings and flash forward toward his destination.
It was then the situation abruptly changed. In the dense forest with trees stretching hundreds of meters into he air, the sound of rushing feet from all directions immediately caught Dyon’s attention.
“Haha! We’ve already found one!”
“Ancestor said that the mortal plane this time around is pitifully weak. To think they’d actually dare to send in their geniuses as though they’re actually worthy of such a title.”
Half a dozen youths sped toward Dyon from all directions, their gazes lit with a fiery ambition. Not a single one was below the Higher Dao Realm. Of course, considering how difficult cultivation was in the Ancient Battlefield, their strength was actually comparable to Peak Dao Realm experts. Some greater geniuses amongst them might even be as strong as Fallen at that Realm.
They surrounded Dyon with playful expressions on their faces.
“Is there a need for all of us to take action? Just one of me is enough.”
“Don’t be so cocky, he’s a Peak Dao Realm expert. To be able to enter despite the age restriction, he’s definitely a big fish. We can’t kill him. A genius like him is really valuable to his Clan, we can use him to force them to give us their Faith.”
“Are you saying that because it’s smart? Or are you saying that because you’ve taken a liking to his face?”
“So what if it’s both? Men that grow up on the Ancient Battlefield are too stocky and rough. Where am I going to find myself a prince consort with a face as delicate as his elsewhere?”
“I have things to do. Can we move this along please?” Dyon cut their conversation short.