Chapter 2271 - Work (1) (1/2)

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?

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?