Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 153: Hidden Events (2)

As Delia faced her tribulation, excited to hold her child in her arms in the near future, a different sort of meeting was taking place far outside the bounds of the tower quadrants.

Not much was known about the outside world to the tower quadrants. The truth of the matter was that the so-called tower quadrants were actually the center of all of existence in the mortal plane while the outer quadrants were fringe existences capable of surviving outside the influence and help of the towers.

There weren’t more than five separate powers in these outer quadrants, each of whom were powerful beyond belief. Among these five were the Devil Quadrants, controlled by five centers of strength: The Dark Elf Clan, the Fulgur Black Clan, the Eclipse Sect, the Infernal Beast Clans, and the most powerful… Nightmare Palace.

Even the weakest of these so-called five centers of strength controlled two quadrants unto themselves, matching the Star Clan of the tower quadrants.

Of course, this raised the question of how the Star Clan came to be in the first place. According to historical records, they attacked a low-ranking quadrant of the tower quadrants to gain their now Second Comet Grade status. However, if this was true, didn’t it mean that they had survived in the outer quadrants with just a single quadrant? How was this even possible…?

This was truly curious, but it was a mystery for another time. At this time, the matter of sending their young promising geniuses to the tower quadrants was weighing on the five centers of strength heavily, especially since their best method of communication had been cut off.

Of those who took part in the meeting, there were less than twenty, each split into their own groups to represent these powers.

To the side of the Fulgur Black Clan, men with sharply contrasting white skin and dense black hair and eyes sat. To their head was an older man who looked like a projection of Sokzac himself. He was none other than Sokzac’s grandfather, Patriarch Fulgur.

Opposite him sat the Eclipse Sect members. They were headed by an older man who seemed to glow with a bronze light. Despite his age, he seemed to have more vitality than even those far younger than him. This man was the Master of the Sect and RolRol’s grandfather, Master Eclipse.

To their side sat shirtless men and scantily clad women who almost seemed to have red skin. However, if one looked closer, one could notice that this red wasn’t from their original skin color, but rather the sheer heat pumping outward from them every moment.

These men and women were the representation of the Infernal Beast Clans, headed by a man who, even sitting, had a head tall enough to dwarf half the room: Beast Emperor Aestus.

Finally, there were a group of handsome men and beautiful women who almost looked like incomparable fairies. Their beautiful dark skin shone with a heavenly light as their ears drooped elegantly to the side of their faces on a slight slant

These were the Dark Elves, headed by a man so old that his eyes seemed sealed shut by his wrinkles… Bialaer Mathilde.

Still, even in the presence of all of these earth-shattering experts, there was a man of quiet disposition who didn’t need to open his eyes to stifle them all. With Dyon’s senses, he would have realized almost immediately that it was impossible for this man to be a dao formation expert. He was a half-step transcendent without a doubt!

This man at full height would have been just over two meters tall, matching Dyon neck-in-neck. His head of white hair flowed even longer than Lilith’s, shining with an unimaginably strong power. His shoulders were broad and his features were handsome beyond compare… If there was a man who could compete with Dyon in looks, it would be him.

One might think that it was only natural considering he was a half-step transcendent, but Dyon, having experienced this once before, could tell the truth. This man was suppressing his true appearance!

It was this man who was responsible for the survival of the Devil Path Cultivators until now. Had it not been for him, the fake moral high horses the conventional path cultivators rode upon would have long since trampled them all to death.

This man was Lilith’s father, Emperor of Nightmare Palace, Eldaernth Nightmare! historical

“We’ve lost contact with the children for more than three years now, this is no longer a matter that we can ignore.” The first to speak was Sokzac’s grandfather, Patriarch Fulgur.

“What do you expect us to do? If they’re dead, then they’re dead. There’s no need for this meeting.” This booming voice was none other than the Beast Emperor, Aestus. With the traditions of the Infernal Beast Clans, the mortality rate of their children was very high. They couldn’t care less whether or not those they sent off came back.

Three leaders sent piercing gazes toward Aestus, but he only snorted. As though he would take a step back. This was the way of the martial world. The strong lived while the weak died.

“If you want someone to blame, then blame their uselessness. If they can’t handle a mere 98^th ranked among those baby quadrants, then they would have never been of much use to us anyway.”

“Why are you wasting time speaking such nonsense? Their soul jades are intact, so it’s obvious they’re not dead.” Patriarch Fulgur retorted.

Aestus snorted once more. “The use of soul jades only acts as a crutch. We don’t bind our children to them.”

The three leaders shook their heads at Aestus’ comments. Did he think they couldn’t see his sigh of relief? It was true that Infernal Beasts didn’t use soul jades, but that was just a tough front they put up. Clearly this massive lug of a man cared, after all, he had sent two of his own children.

Master Eclipse sighed. “The question for this meeting is whether or not we should send someone to retrieve them.”