Chapter 1746 Gong

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Chapter 1746 Gong

It was this place the powerhouses of the tower quadrants gathered, each more powerful and prideful than the last, but each also seemingly bowing their heads to the Star Clan.

Why was it that even the Dragons acquiesced to the demands of the Star Clan? Maybe this would be the place so many would find out the truth.

Within the Star Dome, the location chosen was a large parliament building. Much like the rest of the Star Clan's architecture, it was built with an open concept.

It was built like a horseshoe, with its open end acting as an entrance facing toward the gentle bobbing light. As for its arching back, it rose up tall, but also didn't have a roof. The legends were true, no matter where you were in the dome, the bobbing white light was a mere glance away...

Other than its odd shape, the horseshoe-like parliament building was also yet another beautiful piece architecture. Tall roman style pillars carved of white stone, well decorated and cushioned seating arrangements, not to mention pristinely dressed servants, prepared to attend to every need.

Usually, the Star Clan's parliament would remain closed, only gathering a few times a decade. And even then, it wouldn't be so filled as it was now.

People of all shapes and sizes diligently found their seats. Those of low and high status seemed to separate themselves, the former being far more apprehensive than the latter. But, this was only to be expected.

Though the Star Clan had invited all of the tower quadrants, only those ranked about 50 and above had powerhouses capable of making it in time. And even then, they did so by the skin of their teeth. In truth, this was part of the reason the Star Clan chose to do things this way, to find those who were worthy. But, that was still only part of the answer.

Located at the highest location within the parliament, the very back end of the horseshoe, those of the greatest status gathered, looking down below as those lesser than them as though observing an ant colony.

"Haha, Kaajal, why do I only see two beautiful wives, where's your third Empress?!"

Not many needed to look to recognize this voice. It was none other than True God Diasho who spoke, who surprisingly seemed far less refined than his younger brother Diasho Ken despite being the guild leader of the Heavenly Sword Guild.

Even if they didn't recognize his voice, he was the only one who dared to speak to True God Kaajal Star in this fashion.

Kaajal was clearly in a bad moon because his youngest, and the wife he adored the most, Empress Aspirant Cativa, had suddenly disappeared. He wanted to make a show of force, appearing with three supreme and flawless beauties by his side, yet he was lacking the one he favored the most. It was obvious he would be in a bad mood about this even if his face didn't show it.

To make matters worse, his two wives, who knew him quite well, were unhappy with him for caring so much about Cativa's disappearance. With them acting a bit distant toward him, his perfect entrance was squandered.

Still, he could only bitterly smile at Diasho Ren's words. He couldn't possibly lash out at his best friend, right? They had practically grown up together. Though, he hated the latter's frivolous attitude, they were both geniuses of the Sprites, both forgotten by their main Clans in the outer quadrants. They were kindred spirits in a lot of ways.

It was then that Cativa suddenly rushed in with a bowed head. Though she was just as beautiful as usual, others couldn't help but give her an odd look. Her arrival might have gone unnoticed before, but with Ren's careless words, her mistakes were put under a magnifying glance.

Maybe if it was just the younger generation here, Cativa could play the scrutiny off. Unfortunately, the powerhouses of the most powerful 9 quadrants were all here. Even if she was Kaajal's wife, escaping punishment from the Star Clan elders later would be difficult.

Cativa furiously cursed Emytheus in her mind as she walked elegantly to Kaajal's side.

As though nothing had happened, her slender arm wrapped around his. Seeing the pleasant smile on his face, she was at least content in the fact she could escape punishment from him.

Luckily, they didn't have much time to linger on these matters. A light gong sounded... It was time.

At the sound of the light gong, everyone couldn't help but turn their attention toward the parliament's highest point.

Once the signal was sent, the meandering younger generation found their place behind their elders, separated into nine sections. In truth, not many of the younger generation attended. Aside from the Star and Five Blade Clans, there were only a few Dragons. The remainder of the younger generation hadn't made the trip for obvious reasons. While the older generation could spare 10 years of travel, for youths, every second counted toward their future foundation. This was all to say that the main characters of this event were the True Gods of the last generation and the pillars of the top 9 Clans.

The ninth ranked Emperor Giant Clan. After the recent ranking tournament, on the back of Anak, they finally vaulted forward from their former 11th rank and cemented themselves within the top 9. Their leader was a massive, towering man, standing at over six meters tall. His bare chest rippled with a reddened vitality, his back showing off his five small angel wing tattoos.

[Author's Note: The ranking tournament was mentioned when Dyon stormed the Grand Templar Sect in order to save Giralda. Dyon (obviously) didn't participate. He has bigger things to worry about than his quadrant's ranking, lmao. (Though, performing well in such a tournament would greatly help faith)]

The eighth ranked Golden Crow Sect. In this generation, their ranking plummeted from fourth place. Due to God Goldeen's death, this was only to be expected. If it wasn't for them tapping into some of their hidden strength and for the fact they had accumulated enough merits outside of the tournament, they would have lost their spot within the top 9 just like the Water Mist Sect had.