895: Chapter 470: Nine Realms Sky_4 895: Chapter 470: Nine Realms Sky_4 Owen Bertram observed that the four princes sat side by side, surrounded by their many followers.
Each group radiated a formidable presence.
He, on the other hand, stood alone.
Sohow, through underhanded tactics, all the seats around the princes were occupied.
In other words, there was no place left for Master Owen.
Unfazed, Master Owen casually strolled over and sat next to Master Lane.
Master Lane and Master Dunn were seated together, surrounded by the high-ranking court officials.
Owen’s presence there seed…
apt.
He did have the qualifications.
A comparison was instantly made.
The power and prestige conferred on the princes by their status paled in comparison to Owen’s contributions to the state.
So who was really at an uncomfortable position?
The expressions on the four princes’ faces changed instantly, but the Saintess of North Ice tily noticed this.
Rising from her seat, she announced in a lodious voice, “My princes…
and Master Owen, please pay attention.”
With a graceful wave of her Jade Hand, a rainbow light erged from her palm, ascending several hundred feet above everyone’s heads, rapidly spinning to depict a preternatural world!
However, all the onlookers could see was a small portion of this fantastical world, more like an “entrance”.
Inside, picturesque landscapes and lodious birdsong combined to form an idyllic fairyland.
A few older cultivators imdiately recognized this artifact: “This is the Nine Realms Sky, one of the three divine artifacts of the 36 tribes of the Northern Plain!”
The Saintess of North Ice gave a small smile: “Indeed.”
The courtiers of the Wood dynasty revealed envy while Mr.
Malcolm exclaid, “The legendary Tier-8 divine artifact!
The fact that the Great Chieftain has entrusted this to the Saintess proves her unparalleled stature within the 36 tribes!”
Following the Heavenly Track Reversal, not only were there fewer cultivators above the Sixth Realm, but there was also a scarcity of Tier-6 and above magical artifacts.
The famous Tier-8 and Tier-9 magical instrunts of history gradually disappeared, most likely destroyed or lost in the void.
The 36 tribes of the Northern Plain’s three divine artifacts were the region’s most famous Tier-8 magical instrunts.
Among them, the Nine Realms Sky was the most “mysterious”.
Legend has it that this artifact was ford from the amalgamation of the mini-worlds of two Ninth Great Realm supres who fell in combat.
Alternatively, so believe it to be a natural creation, impossible to be manufactured by human efforts.
This “cave-heaven” type artifact contained nine different “worlds,” each many tis larger than the mini-world of any Seventh Level entity.
Moreover, it contained various opportunities like high-tier magical weapons, spiritual pills, and ancient heritage.
The nine worlds evolved autonomously.
Even the chieftains of the 36 tribes of the Northern Plain were unaware of the “truth” within; nevertheless, each generation sent twelve outstanding geniuses into the Nine Realms Sky, where they gained vast opportunities, eventually becoming influential figures in the Northern Plain.
Many speculated that the Nine Realms Sky was a Tier-9 artifact downgraded to Tier-8 for reasons unknown.
Master Owen quietly said to his neighbor, Master Lane, “Have the Northern region people gone mad, allowing the Saintess to bring such an artifact to our Wood Dynasty?
Aren’t they afraid we could kill them and steal it?
This is a Tier-8 artifact!”
The Swordswoman, though also a Tier-8 artifact, paled in comparison to the Nine Realms Sky.
Master Lane maintained his calm expression and said, “This is just an entrance.
The Nine Realms Sky isn’t actually here.” Master Owen seed enlightened.
The Saintess of North Ice removed a sword-shaped hairpin from her head and gently cast it into the Nine Realms Sky.
The hairpin transford into a dancing dragon radiating golden light, disappearing into the mysterious world within.
The Saintess of North Ice continued, “Actually, this is a test of fate.
The person who first erges, holding the hairpin, will be my husband.”
“This hairpin carries a whiff of my aura, which you can use to locate it.”
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