The Eleventh Throne, hearty and enthusiastic as a lion, greeted Lu Yuan warmly, his words full of friendliness.
Lu Yuan simply smiled at the Eleventh Throne’s complints, casually examining the Mosa "headquarters" before him.
It was situated on an archipelago sowhere in the West Ocean Public Sea.
Roughly a hundred islands, large and small, belonged to the Mosa.
Each island was covered in reinforced concrete, with various aircraft circling on patrol. Defenses were tight, making them veritable mariti fortresses.
According to the Eleventh Throne, the Mosa also possessed their own satellites and even an Extraterrestrial Base.
Their military strength was formidable, almost enough for them to consider themselves a small, independent nation.
The Fly Shuttle they rode bypassed multiple security checkpoints before descending onto the largest island at the very center of the archipelago.
This island was encircled and protected by the others, its shape resembling a giant goat’s head.
It was unclear whether its formation was natural or man-made.
The entire island was enveloped in a dark grey alloy, with almost no trace of soil visible.
Lu Yuan’s Spiritual Power extended downwards, discovering that the alloy reached several kiloters below sea level and still showed no end. It was truly a monuntal undertaking.
While leading Lu Yuan toward the island’s center, the Eleventh Throne seed to be conferring with soone.
Lu Yuan wasn’t surprised. He knew the Eleventh Throne was undoubtedly explaining the situation regarding him, this "uninvited guest," to the Mosa’s upper echelons.
When they reached the island’s center—a vast tal plaza encircled by layers of steel structures—the Eleventh Throne stopped.
"Cheng Peng, I may have to excuse myself for a mont," the Eleventh Throne said apologetically to Lu Yuan. "This is our Mosa’s largest Sacrificial Square, where all major events are held. I’ve already explained your situation to the other Thrones; there should be no issues. As long as you undergo a simple ’baptism’ ceremony, your identity can be confird.
"The specific ranking in the sequence of Thrones will have to wait until all Thrones are assembled. Please wait here for a mont; I’ll go arrange the baptism ceremony for you now.
"Don’t worry, it will be quick. After the baptism is over, I’ll give you a proper tour."
Lu Yuan nodded gently in agreent, and the Eleventh Throne hastily departed.
Once the Eleventh Throne had departed, Lu Yuan surveyed the entirety of this "Sacrificial" Square.
He saw tal columns, several ters thick and dozens of ters tall, standing around the square. Their surfaces were engraved with many images of battles and hunts.
In the very center of the square, a massive, familiar goat skull floated in mid-air.
It was unclear what material this goat skull was made of; it was colored black and off-white.
It contained a vast, mysterious, and sowhat sinister will.
From the mont Lu Yuan set foot in the square, it was as if a gaze projected from the goat skull’s two hollow eye sockets, coldly scrutinizing him.
Lu Yuan was no stranger to this kind of scrutiny.
He had undergone a similar process before when he beca a "Silver Spear Holder."
Feeling bored, he wandered aimlessly around the square, taking the opportunity to recall his feelings during the previous battle with the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods.
He felt that his current state of "limited strength" wasn’t entirely a bad thing.
If he hadn’t been stuck at the peak of the eighth tier, he wouldn’t have begun to pay serious attention to the power of the "Miracle Realm," which he had already brushed against.
He checked his [Elephant God: Ming King Form (Extraordinary)] class panel and discovered that after his last profound contact with the "Miracle Realm," a faint, flickering grey point of light had appeared on it.
He tried to use skill points to light it up but received a notification that it was temporarily un-unlockable.
Lu Yuan’s eyes lit up at this.
He was quite familiar with this kind of situation.
It proved that the tier represented by this yet-to-be-unlocked skill was very high; it was sothing he had comprehended "beyond his tier."
It also ant... that the true nature hidden behind the mysterious veil of the "Miracle Realm" was about to be revealed to him.
...
CLICK. CLICK.
The Eleventh Throne strode rapidly down a long, dark tal corridor.
Torchlight from the corridor walls cast flickering light and shadow upon his robust figure.
The Eleventh Throne’s gaze was resolute as he quickly reached the end of the corridor.
Before him stood two massive tal doors. He pushed them open, revealing a spacious hall.
In the center of the hall was a gigantic long table, flanked on both sides by artfully arranged, towering thrones.
There were eighteen thrones in total, about a third of which were occupied.
At the head of the long table, on the largest and most ornate throne—one that seed forged from countless crystal weapons—sat a silver-haired man wearing a mask that sparkled like a diamond.
Beneath the diamond mask, a pair of indifferent, crystal-clear eyes calmly watched the Eleventh Throne enter.
"Galire has arrived."
Soone spoke, their voice raspy and low, "Let him explain in person."
All eyes in the eting hall converged on the Eleventh Throne.
The Eleventh Throne’s strength was not particularly prominent among those in the hall; his flamboyant, lion-like, and domineering aura subsided.
Without preamble, he directly recounted his journey to Jia Sha in search of the "Feathered Serpent God’s Heart," his encounter with the Ten Thousand God Temple, and then the matter concerning Lu Yuan.
After the Eleventh Throne finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the eting hall.
After a long mont, soone spoke.
"I have heard of matters concerning the Ten Thousand God Temple. It is a legend recorded on an ancient parchnt scroll."
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