"The era of the Human Race shines differently, but it’s a pity that the path of Heart and Spirit relies more on innate talent than acquired ability. This Celestial Ladder points straight to the Origin, concerning only Heart and Spirit aptitude. This test has put your race at a disadvantage..."
Outside the Star River, inside a grand Star Fortress, two terrifying figures casually sat on chairs.
Around them, countless stars reversed, starlight flowed, and as they breathed, it was as if a tempest surged.
One was an ancient serpent-man, his scales pale white, hair and beard silver, and in his eyes, reflections of starfire seed to flicker.
And opposite him, the Supre strategist of the Human Race sipped his tea lightly, the night swirled in his eyes.
Only soone with supre status could sit alongside the Supre of the Human Race.
"Futuo, don’t speak so fixedly. My race is indeed inherently weak and lacking in foundation, but we excel at creating miracles. Don’t forget that mankind can conquer heaven."
The strategist spoke calmly.
His words carried a veiled implication.
Before the two of them was a screen crafted from pure Power of the Heart and Spirit, displaying scenes from the Celestial Ladder World.
Watching mbers of the Human Race falling from the Celestial Ladder, then looking at those Divine Sons who reached its heights, Futuo Supre’s lips curving slightly, seed to be in a good mood.
Today’s eting between the two supres was to resolve previous matters; recently, the friction between the Human Race and the Seven Alliances had been incessant, with their camps already showing signs of confrontation.
However, now was not the ti to truly tear off the mask.
In the minds of both supres, war wouldn’t start unless there was absolute certainty of victory, as a war between civilizations is unending.
Once war truly erupts, everything will spiral out of control.
This is why both sides prepare for battle, aware of the other’s ill intentions, yet the two supres were willing to et.
This eting was chosen to occur in the boundary between the Federation and the Seven Alliances, and this martial examination was one of the few activities of interaction between civilizations.
Naturally, it served as a lubricant for their negotiations.
"Hehe~ Destiny is like a blade, while mankind conquering heaven is easy to say, but a single misstep leads to an abyss. Children falling from the Celestial Ladder—still alive—but if others were to..."
Futuo Supre chuckled softly.
His words contained a barely concealed threat.
The Human Race is innately lacking, fundantally weak, destined to beco food for all races, but the ergence of the Martial God contradicted destiny, allowing the Human Race to secure a foothold.
Yet the Martial God has been missing for years, the Human Race’s lack of foundation exposed, the Seven Great Alliances’ Divine Sons appearing have shown their depth, and their appearance signals the awakening of deities, Futuo reminding the strategist.
The depth of the Seven Alliances is beyond comparison with the Human Race.
The strategist’s lips tightened slightly, obviously understanding Futuo’s words. Their main goal this ti is based on the matter of Zhou Wuliang, attempting to leverage Zhou Wuliang for Federation compensation.
Afraid of gambling on the consequences of Zhou Wuliang’s death, they use this incident to coerce the Federation.
Utterly ridiculous.
"Futuo Supre, you must understand one thing, destiny may be a knife or a sword, but when it falls upon an immortal mountain, all it will do is dull its edge."
The strategist spoke emotionlessly.
His gaze then swept over a young boy climbing the Celestial Ladder, continuing: "Like this Celestial Ladder, you say my race is inherently lacking in Heart and Spirit, unlike your race favored by Heart and Spirit."
"But how do you know my race lacks prodigies capable of reversing innate disadvantage and ascending the ladder?"
Hearing this, Futuo’s eyes subtly shifted, the snake scales reflecting cold light: "What is the intention behind these words of the strategist supre?"
"No ulterior motive, simply reflecting. But Futuo Supre, why don’t you just express what you want directly instead of hiding?"
"Hahaha, the strategist is indeed straightforward. In the previous incident, your race was in the wrong, charging my alliance’s line without regard for consequences. If not for the years of alliance sentints, none of them would have escaped."
"For this, you must provide us with an explanation!"
Futuo spoke strongly.
"What explanation do you want?"
The strategist sipped his tea, speaking unhurriedly.
"The Fallen Dragon Star Realm."
Futuo uttered four words.
That Star Realm was brought forth by the Seven Great Alliances for their Divine Sons to enter the Ancestor Star for the martial examination, as a show of ’sincerity.’
And now, it seems Futuo wants to reclaim it...
At this mont, a ssage reached the strategist, his gaze slightly darkening, the night veiled with killing intent.
But his lips still bore a smile.
"Empty words, claiming to want back that Star Realm, Futuo Supre, aren’t you thinking too much."
"Strategist, our losses exceed a single realm. The Star Fortress was sunk, and our alliance’s dignity was gravely damaged. For the sake of prior bonds, we have already yielded, only asking for the realm originally ours."
Futuo spoke with a gentle tone but carried an uncompromising implication.
However, at this mont, the strategist’s attention wasn’t on Futuo, but on the Celestial Ladder World.
"You say mankind cannot conquer ’heaven?’"
...
At this mont, Su Tu set foot on the Celestial Ladder, feeling the exhilaration from the steps below, his body being transported forward.
In others’ eyes, the Celestial Ladder, a step forward as hard as ascending to heaven, to Su Tu felt as easy as riding an elevator.
Within a blink, Su Tu reached over thirty steps.
Zhao Budian was struggling arduously.
"Lying down?"
Su Tu greeted him, his relaxed deanor leaving Zhao Budian stunned.
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