1498 Alliance Heads

A meeting was conveyed by the heads of the Alliance.

In a place beyond reach for even the strongest first realm divine warriors, the rulers of the Empires met.

It was a triangular table, with two large sides and one smaller side. The rulers of each empire took their side.

The head of Genesis Empire was a handsome man in white. Short white hair, white eyes, white dress. He looked spotless like snow of a glacier.

There was something about him that's soothing. He looked at peace, a relaxed smile adorning his face. It was like he had no worries about the world anymore. Like he had all the answers.

Even without any intent and effort from his side, a current of pure, potent life force was oozing out of him.

The pure white light coming off from him was not just aura. It was the materialization of the laws of life itself!

This power, uncontrolled and unintended, created a new life form.

Life created life, upholding the ultimate commonality running across every living form.

A small humanoid spirit with elven ears and butterfly-like wings. The power continued to flow and the creature evolved.

Its eyes, erratic and irrational, shone with a light of wisdom. Its body began to age, going from childhood to teenage years before adulthood and finally old age.

And when it died, its body disintegrated.

A pure spirit, diffusing golden light, emerged out of the corpse.

The power continued to flow out the man.

And as it did, the dead body turned into an Undead. The spirit re-entered the body.

Once again, the body evolved before dying. The spirit left the Undead body.

But compared to its 'living' cycle, this was incomparably short. And when the spirit re-entered the body, a miracle occurred.

The traces of death vanished from the Undead corpse and the body rejuvenated.

Compared to earlier when the body aged and eventually died, this new body was no longer burdened by the concept of aging and lifespan.

It had overcome death.

Hundreds and hundreds of these creatures were formed from the light diffusing from the man's body.

Undergoing cycles of life and death to attain the highest form a life form could ever attain.

Facing him was a bewitching woman. Silky black hair, glowing black skin, in a pure black dress.

Her eyes darted here and there, her lips moving to utter inaudible words and her expression remained one of anticipation.

She too remained silent like the man.

But if the man held the peace of a still lake, the woman was the quiet that came before the storm.

Instead of the soothing feeling that the man invoked, this woman gave people a sense of longing, a ring in the mind that they'd eventually reach her.

Eventually reach…death.

The soft black light diffusing from her was also creating sentient beings who were also underwent the cycles of life and death.

It's just that they were becoming the perfect undead, overcoming life in the process.

Interestingly enough, both of them had the power of soul in common. Be it life or death, the presence of spirit seemed inevitable.

Even though they were at the opposite ends of a sepctrum, it was the reminder that they were the sides of the same coin.

"Have you finished the preparations?" The woman parted her lips, a divine voice flowing out of her mouth, akin to a lullaby drawing all life to her embrace, to death.

"Almost." The man's reply was curt. "90%."

"Life Master has lost." The woman snickered. "95%."

Keman Aurik showed a small frown at her words. "I will finish the rest before you."

"You're free to dream. Wasn't there a saying by mortals? You stop living once you stop dreaming." Yami let out a chuckle.

"It looks like we aren't too late." An emotionless voice rang and three men arrived.

The one leading them looked like a 12-year old boy, the second was a young man in his 20s and the third was an old man in his 70s.

The trio were heads of the Nexus Empire.

Yami raised a brow. "Where's chaos?"

Snake Of Chaos, Ophion.

After the Ares tribe was slaughtered, only a fraction of the original powerhouses in the chaos path remained.

Of them, Ophion was the strongest. He's also the representative of the chaos minority present in the empire.

"Searching." The boy said, his deep voice in contrast with his young profile.

"Aphosis,"Keman Aurik called him with a displeased tone. "This was a meeting for your kind. It's inappropriate to skip."

Demon of Order Aphosis. The central figure of the trio. The most revered 'god' of the Nexus Empire.

"Slivers are important." Aphosis' eyes held no emotion nor did his voice. "It's fine to skip an important meeting. The sooner he finds them, the better our chances."

"Immortal has a very low chance of success. A backup plan is necessary." The young man sat next to the boy.

Yami and Keman Aurik looked at the young man with a sharp gaze.

Punisher Aridam. The second most popular figure. The one who would rush to kill the external enemies and internal traitors.

A man famous for slaughtering a dozen kingdoms in a single hour.

He too was purely rational in his thoughts like Aphosis. Only his actions were too chaotic.

"Immortal does indeed have a low chance of success. But that snake has an even lower chance of finding the slivers." Yami shook her head.

"Lord Yami, you are anticipating a new war. That's why you called us here, to maintain full vigilance on the satellite galaxies.

Given the danger we're about to face, it's alright to try out our luck. If the slivers are found, we would be in a much better position." The old man spoke as he sat beside the two.

With a long beard and wise eyes, Keeper Equilius was the least talked god of their empire. But he's the one who did the most behind the scenes.

If the God Emperor hadn't destroyed the < Perfect Hybrid >, he might have been etched into the history of Eden as an immortal figure.

The people here, as great was they were, were not omniscient.

Even though they heard about Isadora, they didn't think she was that perfect hybrid.

She was too weak for them to pay any attention.

Forget a mere rank 9, a pathetic celestial ranker, even most divine rankers are useless in their eyes.

In their opinion, Isadora was the child of a divine ranker or…a divine rank who decided to experience the divine paths again by reincarnating.

"Slivers," A pure red power lit up above Yami's fingertip, taking the shape of a flame.

The sliver of death.

The gaze of Keeper Equilius remained steady but the envy inside him roared like a beast.

"Equilus, you are right.

The 7th Prince thinks he's rightfully retaliating for an attack in the empire. But the God Emperor could've stopped the attack anytime if he wished to.

That boy is just a pawn pushed to the forefront. Sooner or later, the one playing the board will step forward.

Until then, we have to ensure the Jai don't gain any advantage. Your full strength, including any possible divine clones, must be deployed to safeguard the galaxies."

All the powerhouses of Nexus were thrown to the vanguard, without any chance to refute.

As Life Master Keman Aurik and Lord Yami disappeared, Keeper Equilius looked at his two purely rational equals and sighed inwardly.

'Icarus, it's all up to you now.'

Keeper Equilius was said to be the wisest man of the Alliance. Before they Keman and Yami called, he arranged for his grandson to retrieve the slivers.

Sometimes, wisdom could be scarier than power.