The area around the war god temple where the ritual is going to happen is called Blessed Land. This is where the fighting between hundred thousand disciples is going to happen. Approximately this blessed land spread for 10 miles.
The war drums, stationed at the periphery of the blessed land, began to beat a rhythm that reverberated through the earth, making the very air quiver with expectation. Each resonating thud seemed to echo the heartbeat of the gathered millions, their eyes fixated on the blessed land.
At the entrance to the blessed land, the Supreme Wand Magus stood tall and imposing, his robe adorned with the shimmering insignias of the wizard association. His allies, other supremes, flanked him, their eyes narrowed with steely resolve.
“Ahhrrrr…”
The sound of divine beasts signaled the arrival of Simon, the son of the Nine Realms Association head.
Riding on a magnificent chariot pulled by 21 divine evolved beasts, Simon made his entrance. His magical armor gleamed under the shifting light, a symbol of his supreme status and undeniable strength.
In his hand, he held a conch, intricately carved and pulsating with ancient magic. As he brought the conch to his lips and blew, a sound emerged that was both haunting and invigorating—a war cry that seemed to reach the heavens themselves.
The gates of the Nine Realms mansion opened, and a sight that took the breath away emerged. Seventy thousand disciples, each bearing the emblem of their realm, marched in perfect unison. Their movements were synchronized, like a single living entity, as they advanced toward the blessed land.
Their armor clinked in rhythm with the war drums, their banners fluttering proudly in the wind, each representing the fierce pride of their homeland.
A colossal magical barrier materialized around the blessed land, its surface shimmering with iridescent hues. It was designed to stop the onlookers—millions of them—who had traveled from all corners of the realms to witness this historic event.
The crowd erupted into loud commotion as the vast army of disciples from the other realms made entrance, their presence alone enough to send waves of excitement rippling through the masses.
As the wizard association put control over the entry of powerful beings. They all were watching these scenes of blessed land through aurora glasses. The wizard association official forum is telecasting every single scene from the war god temple.
Including Jason and Ryon, all other other realm supremes were watching this scene through aurora glasses.
One by one, the disciples stepped inside the magical barrier, each crossing into the blessed land with a sense of anxiety.
Once the Beast spirits appear in the sky above war god temple, no one could interfere in the fight. Simon, aware of this, held back from revealing Lotus Chakra formation, determined to keep his strategies hidden until the exact moment the ritual began.
Meanwhile, Fatty Ben, who had been causing a stir with his bold gambling enterprise, was escorted by a servant of the Clark family.
The usually jovial and carefree Fatty was now a picture of nervous excitement as he was led through the palace’s grand corridors to the hall where Kent was waiting.
On one side, great changes were happening at the war god temple. The clear sky grew heavy with an otherworldly presence, and then, breaking the silence of the sky, the drums of the god race rang out from the skies.
These were no ordinary drums; their sound was ethereal, filled with the ancient power of the gods themselves. The drummers, servants of the god race, appeared like specters in the sky, their forms barely visible but their presence undeniable as they called upon the immortal beast spirits.
The Supremes and the leaders of the realms watched the unfolding events through Arora Glass. Every movement, every flicker of energy, was recorded and broadcasted by wizard association magical wands. All the powerful in 9 realms were watching these scenes with anxious stares. Especially Jason, the head of the 9 realms summit.
The blessed land, now under the watchful gaze of countless eyes, was a stage set for a fight like never before.
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Clark Palace…
Fatty Ben, brimming with excitement, practically sprinted toward the hall where Kent waiting. When he finally arrived, he paused for a moment to compose himself, smoothing his robes and taking a deep breath. As the doors opened and he stepped inside, his round face split into a wide grin.
Continue your journey with empire
Fatty directly bowed his head at first glance.
“Stop your drama, Fatty. I already heard about your betting drama. Tell me how much you earned?” Kent asked with a teasing smile/
“Master!” Fatty exclaimed with excitement. “You won’t believe it—those idiots actually bet one billion mana stones! Can you imagine?”
“By the way, I’ve got a chariot ready, all polished up and waiting for your service. Let’s go… Once you get the big god inheritance, those billion mana stones will be ours!”
Kent opened his eyes slowly, blinking as Fatty’s words sank in. One billion mana stones? The figure was staggering, and even Kent, who had seen and experienced much in his short but intense life, couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.
Fatty, with his usual knack for the audacious, had somehow managed to amass a fortune simply by stirring up the other realm’s disciples. Kent didn’t know whether to laugh or curse after seeing fatty’s face.
Shaking his head, Kent decided it was time to reveal something that would truly shock Fatty. He raised his hand and began to chant a mantra under his breath. The golden throne materialized with thirty-two wide steps, each one guarded by divine beast spirit.
But before Fatty could fully process the sight, the throne began to shift, transforming into a golden chariot. The thirty-two divine beasts were pulling the chariot with fierceness.
Fatty’s jaw dropped, his knees almost buckling as he stared in awe at the enormous chariot that now dominated the room.
“Master…” he whispered, barely able to form the words. “This… this is…”
Kent stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Fatty’s shoulder. “I got this treasure during the Storm God inheritance trail. This is the Golden Throne in its true form, These divine beasts are the ones who tested me when I first acquired it.”
Fatty could only nod, his eyes still wide with astonishment. He had prepared what he thought was a decent chariot, but this… this was something out of legend.
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TQ