"Welco, everyone, to the Sky Sanctuary for this grand assembly. I'm sure you've all seen the docunt written by Goddess Sylvia regarding the Sepulcher of the Sacred.
Today, in addition to revealing the details about the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld, the Goddess will also be making another important announcent.
Please be patient and await her words."
Elder Turner's voice echoed across the mountaintop, addressing the gathered practitioners from the various sects. His voice carried far, ensuring everyone could hear him clearly.
The sects that had gathered didn't dare to speak out of turn. They were especially curious about the second announcent the Goddess was going to make, and this curiosity kept everyone standing quietly, their eyes filled with anticipation as they looked toward the Sky Sanctuary.
After speaking, Elder Turner respectfully stepped aside.
As if sensing sothing, the practitioners all turned their gazes toward the Sky Sanctuary at the sa ti.
To their surprise, the mist that had been shrouding the sanctuary began to slowly dissipate.
The once-hidden, flawless silhouette within the mist gradually beca clearer.
Finally, as a gentle breeze swept through, the figure behind the mist was revealed.
Her long, dark hair flowed in the wind, and her cool autumn eyes held a faint, icy blue hue. Her skin was smooth and pure like snow, and when her proud, beautiful eyes slowly opened, it was as if she had just awakened from a slumber that had lasted for millennia, carrying with them an ancient and chilling aura.
Her long, thick eyelashes curved perfectly, and her lips were a soft pink, like cherry blossoms in full bloom.
There was a cold elegance to her beauty, and a hint of aloofness in her flawless appearance.
Faced with this scene, which seed like sothing out of a poem or painting, many of the practitioners couldn't help but stand there in a daze.
Even though they had undergone rigorous training and countless trials to strengthen their minds, they still couldn't control the stirrings in their hearts at this mont.
It was said that Goddess Sylvia ranked second on the Enchanting Goddess Rankings, her beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.
But very few had ever had the chance to see her in person.
Even those fortunate enough to visit the Sky Sanctuary often only caught a glimpse of her graceful silhouette through a veil of mist.
For most of the practitioners present, this was their first ti seeing her with their own eyes.
Even though they had heard tales of her beauty from the Enchanting Goddess Rankings, seeing her in person still left them deeply shaken.
Her beauty was indeed breathtaking, but what was even more striking was the faint divine aura that seed to radiate from her, commanding awe and respect.
How could anyone not feel a deep sense of reverence in the presence of Goddess Sylvia?
However...
Many of the sects noticed sothing strange.
Standing beside the Goddess were the twelve Holy Envoys of the Star Palace, as well as ten High Priests, including Elder Turner.
These individuals were all powerful and respected, and it made sense for them to stand by the Goddess's side as her protectors.
"But why is that guy standing next to the Goddess?"
The practitioners all clearly saw that among the group guarding the Goddess, there was one person whose presence seed out of place. He was standing closest to the Goddess.
That person... was Timothy!
"Timothy isn't a High Priest, nor is he a Holy Envoy. What gives him the right to stand next to the Goddess?"
"That's not how things are supposed to work, right?
Even if his talent and cultivation are extraordinary, standing beside the Goddess requires more than just talent!"
Many of the practitioners frowned, unable to accept Timothy's presence in that position.
After all, standing next to the Goddess was a dream for so many. How could soone with his level of cultivation and status possibly be worthy?
"There are many details about the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld that I couldn't fully explain in the letter. Today, I will reveal everything to the world.
This is the first reason I've called this assembly of the sects."
At that mont, a cold yet lodious voice, like the sound of a stream flowing through a secluded valley, rang out.
As soon as that cold, commanding voice echoed through the air, every sect and every practitioner—thousands in total—fell silent at the sa ti.
Not only did their gazes turn toward Sylvia with reverence, but their thoughts also focused entirely on her words.
Seeing the crowd gradually quiet down, Sylvia gave a slight nod. After a brief pause, she parted her lips to speak.
There was only so much she could convey in a letter. Now that nearly all the major sects were gathered here, Sylvia began to slowly recount the events that had transpired within the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld.
She spoke of encountering Supre Emperor Verena and Chess Emperor Aldric within the Sepulcher, the countless corpses of Holy Emperors beyond the canyon, the strange sights behind the massive door, the events that unfolded after arriving in the Netherworld, and the revelation that the Keeper of the Soulbridge, who guarded the Bridge of Souls, was none other than the soul of Supre Emperor Verena.
Of course, given that she was addressing the leaders of the world's sects, Sylvia left out many of the more personal details, especially those involving her ti with Timothy.
But even so, the practitioners listening to her were utterly captivated, their hearts racing with excitent and disbelief.
Though it felt like Sylvia had only been speaking for a short while, when the practitioners snapped back to reality, they realized that two full hours had passed. This alone was a testant to how compelling her story had been.
Even the leaders of the sects, who had weathered countless storms and trials, were left stunned by what Sylvia had revealed about the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld.
For millennia, the continent of Elant had been plagued by endless conflicts, but few practitioners had ever turned their gaze beyond its borders.
No matter how hard they trained or how many secret realms they explored, they had never known that a Chromatic Origin Stone existed on the continent—one capable of opening a gateway to the Netherworld.
They had no idea that the Netherworld contained towns and cities eerily similar to those in the living world, where the souls of the dead lived normal lives, waiting for their chance to cross the Bridge of Souls and move on to the afterlife.
Nor did they know that the Netherworld was ruled by the Underworld Dynasty, which governed billions of souls, and that the current ruler was Princess Erelyn.
Each of these revelations sent a shiver down their spines.
Beyond their awe of the unknown, they were struck by a profound realization of how small and fragile the continent of Elant truly was.
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"Wait a minute... Timothy!"
Suddenly, many of the practitioners seed to snap out of their daze at the sa ti.
As they recalled the Goddess's story, they began to notice sothing.
Even though Sylvia had deliberately avoided certain topics, there was a subtle undercurrent in her words—especially when she spoke of the events in the Netherworld. It seed that she and Timothy had been unusually close throughout the ordeal, and their relationship was starting to spark so... speculation.
"That's the sa Goddess Sylvia who wrote The Uselessness of Spiritual Partners! There's no way, right?"
"But still..."
"Your Grace, aside from the Sepulcher of the Sacred, what is the second announcent you wish to make?"
Suddenly, soone in the crowd, braver than most, dared to ask the question that was on everyone's mind.
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