“Is everything prepared?”
A stoic looking elder looked off into the starry skies of space, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
He was currently on the auction house base’s roof, waiting for his orders to be executed.
This elder’s name was Bowa, often called Elder Bowa by those who interacted with him. He wasn’t among The Cathedral members that went to Soul Rending Peak after the central bell was rung, instead, he remained at Soul Market, monitoring the proceedings.
It was this Elder Bowa that gave instructions to the twin sister just an hour or so ago. He was also the one in charge of the fail safes and overseeing the proper teleportation of all soul slaves.
“Yes, Elder Bowa. We’re ready to receive the influx of soul slaves at any moment.” A single priest among a group of three answered respectfully.
Elder Bowa nodded. “Good. Have them begin with those 6 bases of 1st stage innate soul, soul slaves. Use their monitoring tags to arrange them by client and keep them in the same cells for convenience. Follow the plan and everything should be fine.”
The truth was that Elder Bowa didn’t like the White Mother’s decision to speed things up for seemingly no reason at all. He believed that even if something were to go wrong, disorganizing themselves wasn’t going to help at all.
They had laid down their plans for today, meticulously, for over 500 years, but now, because of a “bad feeling” they were pushing things up? What nonsense.
However, there was nothing he could do about it. The White Mother was the strongest among them and was the last remaining true disciple of Soul Rending Peak. If it wasn’t for her, none of this would have been possible to begin with. Plus, she was also the strongest among them, how could they not listen to her orders, albeit unwillingly?
It was just a shame that all of this was happening because during teleportation day, their original plan involved five of their six celestials being here. After all, the 3rd stage innate soul, soul slaves were far too talented to underestimate. After 500 years of cultivation, even if they were solely focused on one technique related to what their owners paid for, Elder Bowa had little doubt that some of them were definitely dangers to saints at a minimum.
For context, Dyon’s soul talent was unrivaled through the cosmos, and even he had to awaken his manifestation before his soul grew into its true 4th stage innate soul status. Also, even Clara only had a peak 2nd stage innate soul. Of course, she also gained otherworldly body cultivation talent to match it later on, but she reached great heights in soul cultivation already.
Knowing this, how could those with 3rd stage innate souls be underestimated? Every single one was an innate aurora wielder… If they were released into the outside world, a place that only had less than 5 innate aurora wielders would suddenly grow to several tens of thousand. And this didn’t even mention what constitutions they might have been born with as well.
Even knowing all of this, there was nothing Elder Bowa could do. A quadrant optimized for soul cultivation like this one would inevitably give birth to talents that should otherwise exist.
If this very same man who was stressing out about everything going according to plan knew that there was a young man seeking to ruin exactly that just meters from him, who knows how he’d react.
Dyon had already been here for the better part of an hour, analyzing the anchors of the teleportation pad. Although the plan to move it seemed simple, it was far more complicated than he made it seem.
When the 24th White Mother created these arrays, they hadn’t been set in any one location yet. According to the hamster twins, the arrays had been given to the Master of Soul Rending Peak for safe keeping, which meant they were never laid out.
Now, however, they were. And, considering setting down an array was far less complicated than lifting it up, Dyon had to be careful.
This was the same principle as when Dyon crushed his array plaques. He couldn’t just ‘un-crush’ those plaques and put the arrays back. In fact, the only reason he became visible when he spoke to the twin sisters was because he used a sliver of aurora flame to disrupt the array’s function.
‘The array seems to have melded into the roof.’ Dyon thought with a frown. ‘The highest-level arrays are inseparable from their base, it adds stability that way. I just can’t believe someone would be so stupid as to choose this as a foundation.’
Dyon shook his head, these people were really too stupid. If it wasn’t for the fact this was a planet level array and he wanted to be sure first, he would have already acted.
The material the auction house was made up was far too inferior in comparison to the array and its energy source. Dyon had no doubt that over the last 500 years, this auction house was forced to see many days of repair. It was a miracle the place didn’t collapse after every teleportation.
‘Found it!’ Dyon finally sighed a breath of relief. One reason he spent so long analyzing the array was to ensure he didn’t make any mistakes, but the second reason was to find the energy source.
An array like this would meld with its base, yes. But, the proxy by which it did so was its core. Which meant that if Dyon carefully took away this origin crystal, the movement of the array would only be a matter of time.