638 Assembly (1/2)

Known as the Island of the Moon, this ravaged land was the result of the aetheric waves created in the real world.

It had once been the closest place to the Great Originator in the Physical World.

At the end of the Age of Dark, the Ultimate had used up all its power to give birth to the Holy Cauldron after its battle with Hyakume in the Great Originator, and thus had hidden itself away in the deepest depths of the realm of aether.

It was like the ashes after a great fire. It slowly gathered its power bit by bit from the Great Originator, returning from death to its original form.

Once, a ship had strayed from the shipping lanes controlled by the Church, and been lost in pursuit of a fleeting illusory moon. It had entered into the thick fog, but found only debris and wrecked ships.

And in that primordial silence they saw a projection of the Ultimate into the realm of aether-a burning vortex of destruction.

The survivors believed that they had seen the end of the world. They had fled in panic and spread that frightening legend all over the world. But for the projection of the Ultimate, this was merely its seedlings being watered.

It should have already received enough nourishment from the Ultimate to reappear three epochs ago, nearly a thousand years.

Up until the Church had put the Hecatoncheir into it, they had wanted to use the power of the Ultimate to kill the gods. But the Hecatoncheir had not died in the Ultimate, and the Ultimate had been affected...

After remaining silent for hundreds of years, it had once again emerged from the realm of aether with a massive force that pierced through the sea of aether, setting off a massive wave. It slowly sank down, like a massive fetus being born into the world...

”It's appeared a thousand years ahead of time.” Ye Qingxuan stared out at the incessant ocean breezes, muttering to himself and waiting quietly.

Was it just that he didn't know what was actually going to be born?

Wave after wave were set off from beyond the silver flame covered sea.

The first thing that met his eyes was the colossus to the east, clearly visible among the silver flames. It was like a forest growing out of the sea, with countless chimneys spitting out thick smoke and steam whistles shrieking.

It looked like this iron city was pulled by thousands of warships, its massive bulk only moving slightly forward as it sent out massive waves in all directions.

Now it had stopped outside of that sea area. All was deathly silent, as if it had suppressed all the waves. The wind was still and the sea was calm. There was only the sound of countless guns being raised, aiming at the sky and being locked in place, pointing in all directions.

It was like a giant staring down indifferently at everything around it. At any time it could bring down thunder and lightning.

It was an Asgardian weapon of war, known as the greatest warship in the world, the Sea Fortress. And it was surrounded by hundreds of warships.

Among them, waves of aether were set off one after another, clear for all to see. In the musician's perception it was like they were surrounded by a field of stars. With a little bit of discernment, they were able to sense more than ten Masters...

It seemed that other than their blockade of the Commonwealth of Caucasian's navy, the Asgardians had pulled all of their naval strength here.

They seemed determined to win.

But even so, in the face of such a situation there was no move they could make.

The Ultimate was clearly right before their eyes, but it had still not fully formed. The entire area was within the radius of the Ultimate's power, so they could not enter it.

They couldn't get it, they couldn't enter it, they couldn't bring it back with them...

They couldn't even blockade it. They could only carry out this meaningless deterrence.

Ye Qingxuan could practically see the opposing commander's frustration. He couldn't help but laugh.

The Asgardians were not even the first ones to have come.

Something as powerful as the Ultimate could not be stopped simply by any country with a mind to blockade it.

As if they had heard a bell ringing out to announce an assembly, musicians were still arriving from all over.

Besides warships and merchant ships of all sizes, there were also numerous broken sampans that drifted with the tide. He had no idea how they had gotten there.

Waves of aether crashed out one after another. In order to avoid trouble, many people had shown the signs of their school and of the power that they could wield. The symbols and music theory of countless schools shone down from the sky. It looked like nothing so much as a grand exhibition.

In addition to all this, turbulences still rose up from within the sea.

Indistinct shadows could be seen drifting below the surface. These were the fantastic beasts raised by the School of Summoning, many of them strange even in the realm of aether.

Wild animals' territorial consciousness was much stronger than that of humans. Although the sea was large, it was still not enough to accomodate all of these vast ocean beasts. Even though the Ultimate had not yet opened, the friction between them led to hostility, and some fights had already broken out.

The sea monsters bit each other, breaking through their carapaces. Pungent blood seeped out into the water, slowly drifting upwards and turning the surface a dark red.

Nor was up in the sky where the Mountain of Nomadism very peaceful. Many of the Masters and Scepters could not wait for their their carriages to be prepared, and so, trusting in their own flying ability, were simply flying over.

The struggle below the water was quite chaotic, and it was difficult to determine just how many monsters were down there. The musicians above the water maintained an appearance of peacefulness. The abilities of those gathered there were quite mixed.

They may have been flying up in the air, but they were no cowards.

Roughly speaking, there were ten or so Masters there, and even four Scepters hidden among the clouds. It was impossible to ignore their powerful presence.

They did not even need to employ their movements deliberately. By only revealing a small amount of their elements, their music theory was enough to distort the Physical World, allowing them to fly in the sky and overlook the whole area.

The arrival of the Mountain of Nomadism into this odd situation stirred up a lot of chaos. Almost everyone here was well-informed, how could they not have heard of the Grand Inquisitor who always appeared where the struggle was fiercest?