342 An Inevitable Conflict

Across the dark and shining vastness of space, the Magus World floated serenely, its position surrounded by numerous stars, with some being tens of thousands of miles away and others being more than a couple hundred thousand miles away. It was a Prime World that was known for its power and unique use of Rune Magic and Bloodlines by the many Magi populating it.

At this moment in time though, a heavy atmosphere surrounded the Magus World as in the central location of the Order of the Black Serpent, the organization that stood at the peak of power in the Magus World- a meeting was taking place as a few being were running back and forth busily.

In an enormous castle several levels high, a dark-haired Magus with shining red eyes sat at the centermost seat as surrounding her were an assortment of different colored Magi, each palpating with their own levels of strength. She was listening to the hectic discussion of her people as her gaze was cold, a trace of anger being visible on her face.

"Quiet."

Her single word sent the busy and bustling room into silence as they all looked towards her. She glanced at each of their faces that she could observe a trace of fear from, and this fear was not caused by her.

"This is an issue between us and another world, the Celestials would not intervene for something like this. As for the World of Cultivation, just my power alone can stand against all the three Sect Masters that are still fighting for control of that world, so this war will undoubtedly end in our favor."

Her words were crisp and clear, clearing up some of the gazes of the Magi in the room while some remained unconvinced.

"...there have been some rumors that a disciple of the Profound Astral Sect joined the ranks of the Celestials. What if this causes their intrusion?"

The dark-haired woman with sharp red eyes who was the leader of the Order of the Black Serpent that ruled the Magus World, the Snake Queen Caara- looked at the powerful Magus at the Soul Forging Realm who had spoked up. This was one of the few beings standing at a similar level as her and would still have the guts to speak up their minds. She replied as her body wiggled amorously in the central seat.

"You all fear the Celestials too much. They care for their reputation too much to make a move on a Prime World right now, and the Dark Expanse is keeping them plenty busy as I can already smell the signs of a coming war. We have no need for worrying. What we are doing is not too far off from what the Celestials did with the Elven Race to create Punishers. The surrounding powers will only realize their hypocrisy if they move against us with that reasoning."

"We will continue building up our forces with the bodies of Cultivators we have obtained so far, and we will obtain even more bodies in the war that should fully begin in the next few days."

An invisible red aura permeated from her as it went on to ease the fear of the beings in the surrounding, her gaze that of extreme hunger for power as she repeated to the room full of Magi.

"Our world and power has been stuck at the level of a Prime World for too long, this war is exactly what we needed to advance to the next stage, so we will use this chance to the fullest!"

OOOOOH!

A resonation of essence erupted as the amorous Magus Leader shook the fear from those in her organization, her curvaceous body standing up as her red eyes adopted dangerous vertical slits that one would only find in the most vile of snakes.

"Prepare our own Punishers. When the war begins, we shall have the cultivators taste death from people of their own world as we amass even more bodies. We shall let the name of the Order of the Black Serpent resound across the Prime World, we shall let them know of our Ancestor's Bloodline and our fearsome Magic!"

OOOOH!

A rallying speech continued for another few minutes in the major force controlling the Magus World as they prepared for War, their leaders not fully knowing exactly what fate their actions lead down to.

In the opposing world that they were facing off against, the leaders of the three most powerful sects in the World of Cultivation were meeting as they discussed with heavy tones on what to do for the coming future.

Two of them were half a step into the Soul Forging Realm, with only a single one actively stepping into the Soul Realm as their power paled in comparison to the enemies that stood against them.

"Sect Master Rudolf, why do seem even calmer than all of us even though your power is only second amongst us?"

The Sect Master of the Sword Sky Sect held sharp eyes that were filled with worry for the future as he questioned the Sect Master of the Profound Astral Sect who smiled mysteriously.

"I know you have all heard some rumors since our Elders have been somewhat irresponsible, but the word of one of our Core Disciples joining the Celestials are not false."

…!

"What?!"

"Truly?!"

The figures of the two Sect Masters stood up and let out exhaustive exclamations as their faces changed to that of happiness as if it was their own sect disciples that had joined the Celestials.

But they knew what this signified!

If...just if they had this sort of connection to the powerful force that was overseeing the Light Expanse, maybe this unwinnable war against a world that held multiple powerhouses stronger than them would actually not be so hopeless.

"Have you sent word to your disciple?"

The Sect Master of the Sword Sky Sect asked hurriedly, Sect Master Rudolf returning a smile as he spoke mysteriously.

"I have, and gentlemen...the path in front of us is bright and filled with the light of the Celestials."

…!

The forces of one world felt relief and ecstatic as they looked upon the force overseeing the Light Expanse as a force filled with righteousness and mercy as they hoped for those murdering their people to be brought to justice, while one world held slight worry for this same force as they called them hypocrites who would not dare move with everyone watching.

What they didn't know was that for the coming conflict...every single being would be made to watch something that would be etched onto the recesses of their memories for as long as they lived!