Chapter 551: Going to War
The Sage hovered in pitch-black darkness. He’d been here for several months, preparing the ritual to free Enas—his sole equipment being twelve columns, each twelve-sided and inscribed with runic symbols. Despite their simplicity, their every rune had been carved by past Archons, containing enough total power to contest the laws around a real black hole.
They didn’t need to destroy it, anyway.
Having placed the columns and connected them with green Dao tethers, the Sage stood in space, inspecting his work. “Just a little bit more…” he muttered, voice hoarse with desire. “A little bit more, and I’ll be free…”
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Jack slowly floated upward. Brock was beside him as they left the New Cathedral, rising into the space beyond. They were welcomed by a sea of cultivators—thousands of them, the weakest being B-Grades. The antithesis to Jack’s earlier days was striking.
All eyes were on him and Brock as they ascended—their entrance had been delayed on purpose. The other four Archons waited above the army, four dots emitting intense power. They were all releasing parts of their aura in preparation for war. Amongst them, the Arch Priestess shone like a brilliant sun, her aura easily eclipsing the others’. Jack still wasn’t sure of his current level, but he knew she overpowered him as well.
As he rose, he also took in their army. Excluding himself and Brock, there were four Archons, thirty-something A-Grades, and then around a thousand B-Grades. It was much too small a force to contest the end of the world, but every single participant was a powerhouse, someone able to dominate their corner of a galaxy.
Jack’s friends were also there. Fiend Prince waved excitedly—he hadn’t received any benefits as Jack’s disciple yet, but Jack had explained to him and the others how he’d achieved the Universe of the Body. Further instruction would come after the battle, provided they survived.
“Welcome, Jack Rust and Brock,” the Arch Priestess said. “Welcome, our champions!” She’d ditched her robes for white armor, hugging her body and accentuating her curves—the last thing anyone cared about right now. A veil still covered her tiger-featured face, while gloves and boots hid her hands and feet. She’d no doubt remove them before the battle.