Published: February 19, 2025
Chapter 429: Throne Conference, the Behemoth Carrying the World
In the dark void, thirty-nine figures stood tall on sixty-five thrones.
These empty thrones belonged to some fallen kings, their light dimmed and hidden behind, while others belonged to those kings who had ventured deep into the mythical world and were no longer within the Human Race's realm.
This included five members of the Jingtai True Immortal who had joined the alliance of deities.
As for why there were seven kings who joined the alliance but only five present, it was because the other two had truly severed ties with the Human Race and proclaimed themselves as gods.
After all, as long as one was human, there would always be selfish desires. Even in the face of extinction, they could only unite a majority of top-tier experts.
Soon, when all the kings and heavenly kings who could make it, including three supreme wills, descended, the towering figure of Qian Tian on the main throne slowly spoke.
“Eric, you suddenly called a throne meeting. Did something happen within the alliance of deities?”
Compared to his usual middle-aged appearance, the will of the first senator now loomed immensely, seated on a throne deep within the void at a height of ten thousand meters.
His long hair, half black and half white, billowed without wind, radiating dark fluctuations that formed a complete projection of the world around him, emanating a terrifying pressure.
The Heavenly Foundation God King beside him also appeared as a towering mecha projection, standing tall at ten thousand meters, with pairs of wings extending behind him, radiating endless golden light as if a deity had descended.
As for the Primordial True King’s will form, it resembled a huge figure that was neither fully ape nor not, with long arms and a height of ten thousand meters, slightly hunched over while sitting on the throne.
The other heavenly kings and mythical kings were similar; their will projections manifested the essence of their own powers. For example, the Nine Nether King appeared as a ferocious figure shrouded in darkness.
As for the True Martial King, second only to the three supreme ones, he appeared as a dignified middle-aged man, with a towering stone tablet behind him standing at ten thousand meters.
In response to the first senator’s inquiry, the Primordial True King, resembling a world-ending demon ape, spoke in a deep voice: “There have indeed been some changes here, but it has little to do with the alliance of deities.”
“The Infernal Clan has been very cautious this time, not sending out a peak awakened demon king to assassinate Chen Chu, and their subsequent plans to eliminate the cult of the evil gods will also have to be temporarily shelved.”
“This is because Chen Chu's cultivation has advanced too quickly, and he is on the verge of condensing his king body, needing to retreat to break through.”
As soon as the Primordial True King finished speaking, the True Martial King across from him was somewhat surprised: “Wait, Primordial True King, are you saying that Chen Chu is about to condense his king body?”
Since he had left after the battle in the Sky Abyss for other important matters, the True Martial King only remembered that Chen Chu was still at the early stage of the ninth level of heaven about ten days ago.
Gabriel, shrouded in white light on the opposite side, smiled and spoke in a gentle voice: “True Martial, your information is outdated. Chen Chu was already at the late stage of the ninth level of heaven four days ago when he went to the alliance of deities.”
“However, it takes only four days for him to go from the late stage to the peak limit of the ninth level, and this little guy's cultivation speed has become increasingly outrageous, feeling almost limitless.”
Saying this, Gabriel couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Under normal circumstances, as a cultivator’s level increases, the speed of breakthroughs slows down—much like the transformation of a wooden barrel filling with water to a lake.