533 Booted (1/2)

”Grandfather? How can this be?”

Selene couldn't help but ask. To leap from the early-stage of the Overgod Rank to the early-stage of the Primordial God Rank was an inconceivable occurrence. Either her calculations were utterly wrong or Sakra experienced some unrivaled fortuitous encounter.

”How can it not be? The Omniarch greatly favors grandfather and granted him a Firmament Fruit. Initially, grandfather planned to wait until the peak of the Overgod Rank to refine it, but because of you troublemakers, he had to take it early.”

Belos replied in Sakra's stead, but though Selene didn't know what Firmament Fruits were, the ”Firmament” in those words guaranteed their extraordinariness. Never did she know that her grandfather enjoyed such graces from Regretless.

Firmament Fruits were a rarity of the Firmament Tree, with new batches of 3 every 1 million years. A cultivator could only take one in their life, but with that one, regardless of their Bridge or level, their cultivation would rise by an entire rank! Even within the Firmament, very few held the right to enjoy them. Typically, Regretless only bestowed them upon his close relatives and meritorious officials.

To receive one ensured that in the future, Sakra would rank among Regretless' closest retainers! Because of such a distinction, even before he refined the fruit, those Overgods were willing to be ordered by him.

”Are you determined to persist on this road?”

Sakra asked Selene in the gentle tone of a caring elder.

”I am.”

Selene directly replied, not flinching for even a second. Sakra nodded in approval.

”Very well. Irreconcilable grievances divide those we serve. Henceforth, we are enemies. But though we stand on different paths, I hope you can stay lucid and avoid a suicidal fight..”

Sakra declared. From beginning to end, he never mentioned Surya. Not because he didn't care to, but for he already knew all that was relevant. Sakra waved his large sleeve, releasing a mild force that split all on the scene in two rows, the Titans and Belos at his left, the Chthonian Forces at his right.

Neither could make a move and a clear path now lay between him and the Myriad Dreams Valley. Sakra stepped forward, vanished and reappeared above the Myriad Dreams Valley's outer court. With another step, he landed above the Core Zone, bypassing all the defenses and formations controlled by Heide and Cacillia as if they never existed.

”Though I do not know where you precisely reside, it ought to be here. Some may call you Dragon Warden, Chthonian Primogen, Jade Emperor or Profane Prince, but I will still go with Konrad.

So Konrad, open your ears and listen. I do not entertain manslaughter, but in times of war, even gentlemen must set aside such scruples. If in five seconds you don't come out, I shall wipe out the Myriad Dreams Valley.”

Sakra pledged and raised his right hand.

”1, 2…”

The countdown began. On the scene, the Titans' side didn't doubt that the Myriad Dreams Valley had reached the end of its destiny. After all, if that Profane Prince had any measure of intellect, he wouldn't dare show up—and instead use that Devil Bridge of his to remain hiding for the next trillion years.

On the Chthonian Forces' side, however, not a hint of dread lingered.

”3…”

”4…”

”5…”

The count reached its end, and Sakra made his move.