Chapter 326: The Crimson Thread of the Divine Sovereign (8)
The Northern Lands trembled.
A colossal, radiant figure descended from the sky—its form like a living storm, its presence a maelstrom of raw, unbridled power. At first glance, it seemed like a mere shadow—but then the truth emerged: a Soul Core, untouched by any mortal flaw, pulsing with divine energy.
"Territory only a small patch. How could this be?"
"Could it really be a manifestation of the true Power? What is this… true Power? The essence of the divine?"
The Northern Lands trembled again. The figure, Kai Xiusu Claudew Noirikexius, stood tall, his lifeform radiating a force so intense it defied comprehension. This was his first true display of such Power—the most direct, most intimate bond between a Lifeform and its Sovereign. How could anyone resist such overwhelming dominance?
"Everyone, follow me—let us begin the Sequence!"
"Divine Light, shine forth!"
"Seal the sequence!"
"The Lifeform Sovereign surpasses all!"
Above ten Lifeforms, a vast, shimmering web of crimson threads wove through the air, each thread formed from razor winds, stretching over a hundred meters in length. They coiled in the sky like threads of fate, forged from the very essence of the Lifeform Sovereign.
Sovereign of the Lifeforms
Twelve Lifeforms and above, all in perfect synchrony, simultaneously summoned a Razor Wind—each thread a fragment of the Sovereign’s will. These threads could be seen, could be felt, could be known. They were not mere illusions. They were real. They were eternal. They were the thread of destiny itself.
"Ah—"
The crimson threads writhed violently in the air, their movement like the writhing of serpents. They lashed out at the sky, emitting a deep, resonant hum that echoed across the land.
The Northern Lands looked up—watching the sky as it darkened, the crimson threads stretching like a net across the heavens. A single, piercing note rang out, a sound so sharp it seemed to split the air itself. Then silence. The threads remained.
They were not broken. They were not destroyed. They were alive.
They were real.
The entire Northern Lands stood in awe. This was not just a vision. This was the true face of Yi Yeyu Nuo Kingdom—the very soul of its existence. This was the Sovereign’s true power. Any Lifeform connected to the Soul Vessel would feel the weight of this Power, and even if they were far away, their hearts would tremble.
Facing the crimson threads in the sky, beneath the endless, starless dark, the Lifeforms trembled. The threads, though distant, still radiated a force so immense it could not be ignored. The Sovereign’s will was absolute.
And then—something happened.
The threads moved.
They twisted, coiled, and reached down like serpents. From the sky, a voice—deep, ancient, and unyielding—spoke.
"Is this… truly the Power?"
The Sovereign’s gaze was unwavering. His presence was absolute. The threads trembled, yet they did not break. They were not afraid.
The threads were not just symbols. They were real. They were alive. They were the Sovereign’s will made manifest.
And in that moment, the truth was clear: the Sovereign was not just a ruler. He was the source.
"Only a Razor Wind-formed illusion," said one Lifeform.
"No. We must align—only then can we truly resist. This is not a game. This is reality."
The Sovereign’s face remained calm. His eyes—two pools of light—gazed upon the threads. The threads were not his creation. They were his extension. And they were not meant to be broken.
They were meant to be obeyed.
"Impossible… impossible…"
The threads pulsed. They lived. They breathed. They thought.
One Lifeform tried to break free—but the threads wrapped around it like chains, binding it in place. It struggled, screamed—but the threads only tightened.
Finally, the Lifeform collapsed, its form dissolving into nothingness, consumed by the threads.
"Never. Never."
The Sovereign did not blink. His voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of a thousand worlds.
This was not a test. This was a revelation.
The threads were not just a weapon. They were a law. A truth. A destiny.
And the Sovereign—Kai Xiusu Claudew Noirikexius—was its master.
The threads remained in the sky, unbroken, unwavering.
They were not a symbol.
They were truth.
And the Sovereign—face lifted, mouth open, eyes blazing—knew that the time had come.
The world would tremble.
And it would obey.
"Let it be known," the Sovereign declared, "that this is not an illusion."
"It is reality."
"Yi Yeyu Nuo Kingdom stands."
The crimson threads pulsed once more—then vanished into the sky, leaving behind only silence.
But the world would never be the same.
(End of Chapter)
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