After Alang left, I wavered. From the start, I hadn't decided what to do with this so-called Immortal Realm. Tensions had already sparked—unlike my home space, where might ruled, this realm's management far exceeded my grasp. These were superpowered beings.
Forget it. I'd faced countless storms. If I couldn't control them, what's easier to manage than the dead? A chill ran through me. Since when did I become so ruthless?
"Darling, what's on your mind?" Soft arms wrapped around my neck from behind. That lazy, seductive voice—Duo'er Hua, the little minx.
"Nothing." I pulled her into my lap, kissed her, and patted her round, firm rear. She squirmed in my arms, her passion igniting.
Meanwhile, in the Supreme Immortal Realm, crafted by divine powers, several elder-level figures frowned at the Immortal Realm's relayed reports. "Discuss. How did this happen?" the central Great Elder barked, glaring around.
"I recall we checked with the Sky-Peering Mirror. How could this occur?" another elder puzzled.
"Checked? Decades ago, maybe," the Great Elder snapped. Normally, such oversights were minor, but this crisis threatened the Supreme Immortal Realm's survival, turning small issues colossal.
"Why not use the Sky-Peering Mirror again? Probe their origins. I suspect they're not from our realm," the Second Elder, silent till now, interjected, defusing the explosive tension. Others nodded—lacking better ideas. These elders, consumed by cultivation, rarely minded mundane affairs.
With consensus, the Great Elder ordered the Sky-Peering Mirror placed among them. They exchanged glances, channeling mana into it.
"How can this be?!" the Third Elder gasped. Shock gripped them. Despite their combined might, the mirror couldn't pierce the barbaric region's veil, revealing only white mist. Clearly, a potent spell or divine power cloaked it. Shielding a star system wasn't beyond these elders, but failing to see through with the mirror's aid was staggering.
"An artifact, perhaps?" they speculated. They couldn't fathom anyone surpassing their collective strength. Yet, an impossibly fortunate "monster" existed—not unwilling, but too bored for such games.
The white mist was the warriors' protective aura, unleashed en masse. Years without war had them itching for action, training ferociously, eager to storm through enemies. With Feitian, their invincible god, backing them, what immortal could they fear? Laughable!
"Alang, send men to scout thoroughly. Widen the range. Check for other undetected forces," I ordered outside, addressing Alang mid-training.
"Got it, Big Bro. Trust me!" Alang grinned broadly. Dizzying. Of the four brothers, he worried me most. Looking at him, I doubted he fathered his daughter—her mother's beauty explained it. If both were ugly, I'd question paternity. Heh.
After tasking Alang, I didn't rest. In my palace chambers, I expanded my consciousness, centering on the barbaric system, sweeping the cosmos. My mental force washed over everything, missing nothing.
The scan was revealing. Cultivating immortality here was tough, lacking immortal stones—our energy-rich gems. The Immortal Realm's strength barely matched one Sky Dragon Empire legion, and their combat prowess was laughable. Satisfied, I withdrew my consciousness.
At that moment, the dozen-plus Supreme Immortal elders, probing the barbaric system and debating the anomaly, felt a titanic divine force erupt from it, forcefully repelling their immortal energy. Pale, blood trickling from their mouths, they stared blankly. What power was this? They'd just debated the white shroud's cause, assuming no formidable foes existed. Now, what was that? A mana far beyond detection!
"God," the word flashed in their minds, mirrored in each other's eyes. Only a god could project such mental force, repelling theirs. And not an ordinary god—an extraordinarily mighty one.
His sudden emergence, without stealth or caution, screamed confidence and power. Who in this realm would dare challenge a god, save for seeking death?
A chilling thought hit: this god likely opposed the Immortal Realm. Reports suggested ambition—why else muster such superhuman forces? Was he aiming to dominate the Immortal Realm? Didn't he know the realm's collapse would undermine the God Realm's foundation? Yet, his bold arrival suggested he cared little.
Is this the Immortal Realm's great calamity? Even with Supreme Immortal aid, victory was impossible. The only counter was another god, but gods were legends. Cultivation peaked at the Supreme Immortal Realm. Now, a god appeared, armed for war. What was this? The elders slumped, faces grim.
"I suggest we send a representative to negotiate, probe their intent, and prepare," the Great Elder proposed. It was their only move. Rash war meant humiliation. Gauging their goals could guide decisions. If he sought power, let him rule the Immortal Realm, so long as cultivation continued. The elders nodded.
"Interesting. Such a formidable figure in the Immortal Realm," Feitian muttered, retracting his consciousness.
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