Chapter 2290: 2290
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"We can't continue like this."
In a meeting room on the Mortal Plane, the grand pillars of the once mighty Golden Crow Sect seemed bland and uninviting. They had fallen from such supreme heights, crashing down to the point where they stood as the weakest faction on the Mortal Plane.
This might sound like an exaggeration, but it was the truth. Currently, the thousand or so quadrants of the Mortal Plane were divided amongst the Mortal Empire, the Sapientia, the Nephilim, the Transcendent Beast Alliance, the Dragons, and finally… Them…
In fact, their own quadrant wasn't even entirely owned by them. After the matters with the Federation, they only a little over 60 universes, but the Flaming Lily Sect owned over 30.
They had lived the last nearly hundred years in fear, believing that the Mortal Empire would come sweep them up eventually. But who knew that Dyon wouldn't even care about them at all? They could only watch as those in their surroundings grew stronger and stronger, while they themselves grew weaker by comparison.
They had once been a mighty Clan with a deep Legacy, but now they were nothing more than a laughing stock, an example Dyon kept around so that his people would never forget what they would be without him.
Humans tended to have a short memory span when it came to being thankful. Once they were given something good, there would eventually come a time where what was once 'good' would become 'normal'. By then, they would begin to take things for granted, believing that this level of 'good' was what was owed to them.
However, with a pig in a pen like the Golden Crow Sect, there for everyone to observe, their roots would never be forgotten. Just like this, the once mighty Goldeen and Crow Clans that once ruled over thousands of quadrants had become no different from a zoo animal.
This level of humiliation was something that rotted and festered in their midst. Dyon didn't even raise a single finger, yet they were already prepared to collapse from the inside out. Everything… Everything was over for them.
At that time, the words spoken echoed through the silent hall. There were many of them in attendance, yet these words bounced off the walls as though they were not worth much at all.
It was at that time that the sound of footsteps slowly approaching caught them off guard.
A man with seven swinging black tails made his presence known. His face was cold and emotionless, his steps were without fear or hesitation, and his eyes flashed with an intelligent light, filled with endless cunning.
"Who are you?"
An old man of the Goldeen Clan suddenly spoke. If Dyon were here, he would know that this old man was actually a Supreme. To say that the Golden Crow Sect laid low was an understatement. It seemed they really had been waiting for the right time to strike back, even to the point of feigning weakness to share their quadrant with three other Sects.
What was even more surprising was that this man wasn't the only Supreme, but there were actually three others, two to the Goldeen Clan and two the Crow Clan… It was just unfortunate that this strength meant nothing before Dyon, so all of their plotting and scheming became meaningless.
The moment Orcus died, all of their hopes and aspirations came to a grinding halt. Trillions of years of planning came to mean nothing.
"My name is Kaori Void."
"A kitsune? How did you enter this place? Aren't you aware that your death is your only exit?"
"If you were so eager to kill me, why speak all of this nonsense. Obviously you're already desperate enough to hear my words. And… If I could enter so freely, do you really think you could stop me from leaving?"
The eyes of the elders narrowed, but they didn't say anything else.
"I can tell that your Golden Crow Clan is in dire straits."
"And what could you possibly do to help? Your strength is worth nothing here."
Kaori sighed. "This is the problem with the martial world. Not everything can be solved by strength. If you all were a little smarter in your scheming, would you have fallen to such a state? If your tactics were tighter and your means more brilliant, would you be waiting for death like this?" v vcc
"Is that what your intelligence has brought you?" An elder said with a sneer. "To insult those who you wish to ally with? I have to say, this is quite top tier intelligence."
The sarcasm dripped from his words almost like molten acid.
"If I don't say these things, would you acknowledge the two of us to be on equal footing? This meeting began by one of you threatening my life and another calling me weak, would you like for me to stand here and say nothing?
"If you're done with your nonsense, we can get to the reason for my visit in the first place."
Kaori's reply was completely devoid of emotion. His words sounded like he was offended, but his actions spoke a much different tune entirely…
"The Golden Crow Sect will be finished if you all don't do something. The question is whether or not you are willing to risk your lives for a brighter future, or if you're content with being a pig in a pen."
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"We can't continue like this."
In a meeting room on the Mortal Plane, the grand pillars of the once mighty Golden Crow Sect seemed bland and uninviting. They had fallen from such supreme heights, crashing down to the point where they stood as the weakest faction on the Mortal Plane.
This might sound like an exaggeration, but it was the truth. Currently, the thousand or so quadrants of the Mortal Plane were divided amongst the Mortal Empire, the Sapientia, the Nephilim, the Transcendent Beast Alliance, the Dragons, and finally… Them…
In fact, their own quadrant wasn't even entirely owned by them. After the matters with the Federation, they only a little over 60 universes, but the Flaming Lily Sect owned over 30.
They had lived the last nearly hundred years in fear, believing that the Mortal Empire would come sweep them up eventually. But who knew that Dyon wouldn't even care about them at all? They could only watch as those in their surroundings grew stronger and stronger, while they themselves grew weaker by comparison.
They had once been a mighty Clan with a deep Legacy, but now they were nothing more than a laughing stock, an example Dyon kept around so that his people would never forget what they would be without him.
Humans tended to have a short memory span when it came to being thankful. Once they were given something good, there would eventually come a time where what was once 'good' would become 'normal'. By then, they would begin to take things for granted, believing that this level of 'good' was what was owed to them.
However, with a pig in a pen like the Golden Crow Sect, there for everyone to observe, their roots would never be forgotten. Just like this, the once mighty Goldeen and Crow Clans that once ruled over thousands of quadrants had become no different from a zoo animal.
This level of humiliation was something that rotted and festered in their midst. Dyon didn't even raise a single finger, yet they were already prepared to collapse from the inside out. Everything… Everything was over for them.
At that time, the words spoken echoed through the silent hall. There were many of them in attendance, yet these words bounced off the walls as though they were not worth much at all.
It was at that time that the sound of footsteps slowly approaching caught them off guard.
A man with seven swinging black tails made his presence known. His face was cold and emotionless, his steps were without fear or hesitation, and his eyes flashed with an intelligent light, filled with endless cunning.
"Who are you?"
An old man of the Goldeen Clan suddenly spoke. If Dyon were here, he would know that this old man was actually a Supreme. To say that the Golden Crow Sect laid low was an understatement. It seemed they really had been waiting for the right time to strike back, even to the point of feigning weakness to share their quadrant with three other Sects.
What was even more surprising was that this man wasn't the only Supreme, but there were actually three others, two to the Goldeen Clan and two the Crow Clan… It was just unfortunate that this strength meant nothing before Dyon, so all of their plotting and scheming became meaningless.
The moment Orcus died, all of their hopes and aspirations came to a grinding halt. Trillions of years of planning came to mean nothing.
"My name is Kaori Void."
"A kitsune? How did you enter this place? Aren't you aware that your death is your only exit?"
"If you were so eager to kill me, why speak all of this nonsense. Obviously you're already desperate enough to hear my words. And… If I could enter so freely, do you really think you could stop me from leaving?"
The eyes of the elders narrowed, but they didn't say anything else.
"I can tell that your Golden Crow Clan is in dire straits."
"And what could you possibly do to help? Your strength is worth nothing here."
Kaori sighed. "This is the problem with the martial world. Not everything can be solved by strength. If you all were a little smarter in your scheming, would you have fallen to such a state? If your tactics were tighter and your means more brilliant, would you be waiting for death like this?" v vcc
"Is that what your intelligence has brought you?" An elder said with a sneer. "To insult those who you wish to ally with? I have to say, this is quite top tier intelligence."
The sarcasm dripped from his words almost like molten acid.
"If I don't say these things, would you acknowledge the two of us to be on equal footing? This meeting began by one of you threatening my life and another calling me weak, would you like for me to stand here and say nothing?
"If you're done with your nonsense, we can get to the reason for my visit in the first place."
Kaori's reply was completely devoid of emotion. His words sounded like he was offended, but his actions spoke a much different tune entirely…
"The Golden Crow Sect will be finished if you all don't do something. The question is whether or not you are willing to risk your lives for a brighter future, or if you're content with being a pig in a pen."
"We can't continue like this." In a meeting room on the Mortal Plane, the grand pillars of the once mighty Golden Crow Sect seemed bland and uninviting. They had fallen from such supreme heights, crashing down to the point where they stood as the weakest faction on the Mortal Plane. This might sound like an exaggeration, but it was the truth. Currently, the thousand or so quadrants of the Mortal Plane were divided amongst the Mortal Empire, the Sapientia, the Nephilim, the Transcendent Beast Alliance, the Dragons, and finally Them In fact, their own quadrant wasn't even entirely owned by them. After the matters with the Federation, they only a little over 60 universes, but the Flaming Lily Sect owned over 30. They had lived the last nearly hundred years in fear, believing that the Mortal Empire would come sweep them up eventually. But who knew that Dyon wouldn't even care about them at all? They could only watch as those in their surroundings grew stronger and stronger, while they themselves grew weaker by comparison. They had once been a mighty Clan with a deep Legacy, but now they were nothing more than a laughing stock, an example Dyon kept around so that his people would never forget what they would be without him. Humans tended to have a short memory span when it came to being thankful. Once they were given something good, there would eventually come a time where what was once 'good' would become 'normal'. By then, they would begin to take things for granted, believing that this level of 'good' was what was owed to them. However, with a pig in a pen like the Golden Crow Sect, there for everyone to observe, their roots would never be forgotten. Just like this, the once mighty Goldeen and Crow Clans that once ruled over thousands of quadrants had become no different from a zoo animal. This level of humiliation was something that rotted and festered in their midst. Dyon didn't even raise a single finger, yet they were already prepared to collapse from the inside out. Everything Everything was over for them. At that time, the words spoken echoed through the silent hall. There were many of them in attendance, yet these words bounced off the walls as though they were not worth much at all. It was at that time that the sound of footsteps slowly approaching caught them off guard. A man with seven swinging black tails made his presence known. His face was cold and emotionless, his steps were without fear or hesitation, and his eyes flashed with an intelligent light, filled with endless cunning. "Who are you?" An old man of the Goldeen Clan suddenly spoke. If Dyon were here, he would know that this old man was actually a Supreme. To say that the Golden Crow Sect laid low was an understatement. It seemed they really had been waiting for the right time to strike back, even to the point of feigning weakness to share their quadrant with three other Sects. What was even more surprising was that this man wasn't the only Supreme, but there were actually three others, two to the Goldeen Clan and two the Crow Clan It was just unfortunate that this strength meant nothing before Dyon, so all of their plotting and scheming became meaningless. The moment Orcus died, all of their hopes and aspirations came to a grinding halt. Trillions of years of planning came to mean nothing. "My name is Kaori Void." "A kitsune? How did you enter this place? Aren't you aware that your death is your only exit?" "If you were so eager to kill me, why speak all of this nonsense. Obviously you're already desperate enough to hear my words. And If I could enter so freely, do you really think you could stop me from leaving?" The eyes of the elders narrowed, but they didn't say anything else. "I can tell that your Golden Crow Clan is in dire straits." "And what could you possibly do to help? Your strength is worth nothing here." Kaori sighed. "This is the problem with the martial world. Not everything can be solved by strength. If you all were a little smarter in your scheming, would you have fallen to such a state? If your tactics were tighter and your means more brilliant, would you be waiting for death like this?" v vcc "Is that what your intelligence has brought you?" An elder said with a sneer. "To insult those who you wish to ally with? I have to say, this is quite top tier intelligence." The sarcasm dripped from his words almost like molten acid. "If I don't say these things, would you acknowledge the two of us to be on equal footing? This meeting began by one of you threatening my life and another calling me weak, would you like for me to stand here and say nothing? "If you're done with your nonsense, we can get to the reason for my visit in the first place." Kaori's reply was completely devoid of emotion. His words sounded like he was offended, but his actions spoke a much different tune entirely "The Golden Crow Sect will be finished if you all don't do something. The question is whether or not you are willing to risk your lives for a brighter future, or if you're content with being a pig in a pen."
