Reaper of the Martial World Chapter Book 7: 342: Meeting (2)

On this particular day, the Soul Palace was bustling. The long-anticipated eting was finally occurring. While many who had been invited felt pride, there was still a mixed bag of emotions.

Those who understood what the title of True God ant had already long since submitted to Dyon’s strength, but that didn’t an the acknowledged his leadership. While having the larger fist and vast resources was great, the ability to run an empire was an entirely different matter.

At the sa ti, there were those who didn’t comprehend what the True God title ant at all. Due to the precarious situation they were in, Dyon was very selective with the individuals he allowed to leave their universe and interact with the outside world. Of course, he trusted his Demon Generals, his wives, close friends, and even his little god sons and daughters, but that trust didn’t extend to everyone.

As a result, many had spent the last more than 7 years now holed up in this universe. Of course, it wasn’t exactly like this place was a prison. After all, it was an entire universe. So, this didn’t cause much dissatisfaction, although it was a source of slight discomfort.

Currently, every notable figure in their Soul Rend Universe was gathering, whether that be those of the past powers, or the new ones that originated from Dyon’s ho universe.

The hall they gathered in was one iying specifically designed for these sorts of occasions. It was a large, oval room, spanning over three hundred ters down its longer length, and just below one hundred fifty ters down its shorter.

The room was designed into layers, with each subsequent higher layer taking up a larger radius along with a higher elevation.

Obviously, with the current scope of Dyon’s fledgling empire, this sort of size was overkill. As a result, everyone gathered toward the lowest layer, allowing the higher layers to be sealed off by curtains of lavish red and gold. As of now, the area they had access to was just a few dozen ters in every direction.

In the lowest layer, the oval had a section of its head cut away, effectively separating Dyon’s faction and trusted aids from everyone else.

Many could only confusedly walk into such a grand scene. Not only were the materials the hall was crafted in pristine beyond belief, but it had a distinctly modern design to it. After Dyon’s input, iying decided to take so cues from the mortal world in its design. One could almost mistake it for a United Nations assembly room.

At this mont, the quiet murmurings of the crowd cald as the entrance doors to the hall opened. Their eyes all focused on the approaching group of individuals, unable to take their eyes off of them. Still, even with their imposing atmosphere, none were grander that the youth that led them all.

Dyon currently wore robes of black-gold, beautifully crafted and etched with ancient emblems. Even without a crown, he undisputedly carried the air of a ruler, sohow overshadowing even the dao realm cultivation of Zabia who followed behind him.

Of his wives, only Ri and Clara followed him, each taking either one of his sides. As for Madeleine, she had no interest in such matters. Although it would be important for her to be here once Dyon officially established his Empire, for this sort of eting, her appearance was unnecessary.

Ri was dressed in a gorgeous white gown. It clung tightly to her torso before falling light gentle rainfall from her hips, her slender shoulders covered by a shawl of elegantly crafted wool. One could almost see a tangible queenly aura around her that could make one’s heart palpitate.

As for Clara, she dressed formally in her Cot Lord robes. The silver fabric failed to hide the perfection of her curves, shimring with streaking lights of illusory asteroids. Her gaze was cold and piercing, radiating with an attention to detail that those in attendance didn’t dare et.

Many knew that Dyon had many wives, but they knew next to nothing about the kind of won they had beco. So passively waved them off as tools Dyon used to vent his lust and completely decided to ignored them. In all likelihood, or so they believed, when Dyon matured, he would find a woman worthy to be an Empress to be by his side… But who would have known that Dyon’s won had such Presence?

Those who had underlying intentions, had already felt apprehensive after entering this hall, but seeing this sort of display, their hearts trembled all the more so.

Aside from his wives and Zabia, Dyon was followed by his ten Vice Commanders. Along with Zabia, they all wore imposing black armor that seed to waft with a dark aura that suffocated the atmosphere.

Together, they walked forward without a word. Dyon led them to the sectioned off portion of the hall, taking his place on its central throne with Ri and Clara seated to either side of him.

Dyon took his ti scanning the room. Amid the silence, there seed to be a deadly pressure poised at the necks of all in attendance. Yet, Dyon didn’t seem to mind, eting the gaze of each and every one until they were forced to look away. It wasn’t until he reached his father and mother-in-law that he smiled slightly and released the tension in the hall.

“I’ve kept you all waiting, I apologize for that.” He said with an air of authority. It didn’t seem like he was apologizing at all. “Since this eting has been called for the betternt of Soul Rend Universe, how about we begin with your thoughts?”