Birth of the Demonic Sword

Third Prince and Second Princess remained speechless when King Elbas left the lower plane while giving voice to that arrogant line. Still, they didn't expect that his words alone could help them.

The whole world watched his departure and the defeated organizations staring as his thinning figure knew that he had spoken the truth. King Elbas was the foundation and the very core of his organization.

King Elbas had a mysterious past. He had lived under the suppression of the previous Royal Family and had managed to overcome it with his power.

Then, he had brought his family to the peak of the world. The Royal's accomplishments also went far beyond any other expert living in his era, and he had achieved feats that many believed to be impossible.

The dimensional tunnel alone was enough to make his name immortal in that plane. Connecting two Mortal Lands was a feat that many experts had only dreamed of accomplishing.

His war against the whole world sealed his position as an incredible warrior too. King Elbas was a perfect cultivator that didn't have any weakness. He was a monster in battle and when it came to the inscription field.

King Elbas' departure triggered the bystanders' memories, and they could only marvel when they thought about the existence who had just left the plane.

The fissure's closing put an end to King Elbas' history in the lower plane, but it gave birth to his legend.

A tremor ran through Third Prince and Second Princess' bodies when the fissure in the sky closed. The immense respect that the three organizations' assets felt toward King Elbas improved the innate arrogance that his descendants carried.

The Two Royals felt a surge of power filling their centers of power. Golden flames came out of their bodies as if they were the flares of a star, and their cultivation level rose during the process.

Third Prince and Second Princess were nothing more than powerhouses near the half-way mark of the gaseous stage before that scene. Yet, their cultivation level rose till the peak of the stage after their Patriarch left the world.

Noah gazed at the Royals, but he didn't act. He had decided that he would leave the initial stages of the invasion to his underlings, so he had no intention of charging ahead just yet.

Moreover, the two Royals weren't worthy of his time. He might have fun dealing with the formations covering the new continent, but defeating them wouldn't bring him any benefit.

'I wonder if Second Prince has come back from the separate reality,' Noah thought as he gazed toward the new continent. 'He should still be King Elbas' heir.'

The cultivators' gazes from the three organizations went on Noah while he wondered whether there was a worthy opponent left on the plane.

The centuries spent inside the separate dimension had solidified Noah's position as the three organizations' leader. The Council and the Shandal Empire were still independent, but they knew that they needed the Hive's help to take back part of the world.

Noah briefly glanced at the army behind him before pointing at the new continent. His aura surged as he spoke human words that carried low roars with them. "I won't join the battlefield for a year. You want to conquer something before I step into the fray."

The assets of the three organizations didn't need motivational speeches. They had developed an intense eagerness to return to the surface after surviving inside the separate dimension for five hundred years.

Even the cultivators who knew only the separate dimension had that eagerness. They had grown hearing the legends of a better place, and seeing it for the first time made their enthusiasm spike.

Every cultivator and hybrid who had gone through the life inside the dimension could barely hold back from charging toward the new continent.

Noah's words lifted their restraints and acted as a signal for the beginning of the invasion. The army around him charged ahead without even bothering to assemble into battle formations.

The Royals stabilized their condition and activated their defensive formations when they saw the massive number of heroic cultivators charging toward the western coastline.

The three organizations didn't lose much power during those five centuries. They had to limit their growth due to the scarcity of resources inside the dimension. Still, the breakthroughs of some assets made up for that drawback.

Faith and Daniel had reached the sixth rank during those years. The addition of two powerhouses to the alliance brought its power way past that of any other organization.

The alliance had ten powerhouses in its ranks, and two of them were the now the strongest existences in those Mortal Lands since King Elbas had left.

There were magical beasts hidden inside the sea that could surpass their level, but Noah and Great Elder Diana expressed the human world's current peak.

'That's not higher energy,' Noah thought as he analyzed the Royals who still released golden flames from their figures.

He decided to watch the invasion from a casual spot in the sky, and he didn't miss that critical detail about the Royals' power.

It seemed that they only gained access to part of their Father's individuality. Normal "Breath" fueled those golden flames, and their power only appeared slightly more threatening than different types of fire.

Gigantic spears formed on the coastline, and their tips rose toward the sky to point at the incoming army. An intense aura came out of their ethereal shapes, and a blinding halo began to cover their figures.

The entire western coast lit up as the army marched ahead. The aura of formations with power in the middle tier of the sixth rank filled the sky, but the three organizations' experts didn't let it scare them.

Defensive formations in the middle tier were still fine. The nine powerhouses charging ahead of the army could handle them and open a path where the army could pass.

However, there weren't only nine existences in front of the army. A peak rank 5 cultivator was among them and released black sparks from her feet to match their speed.

'She must be excited,' Noah sighed when he noticed June trying to keep up with the powerhouses.

Her cultivation level slowly rose as she neared the coastline. June sensed the arrival of a battle, and her Perfect Circuit produced as much higher energy as it could to fuel her individuality.

June was a battle maniac who couldn't join a fight for centuries. The only thought that she was finally about to release her power made her cultivation level grow.

Spears shot out of the golden halo filling the western coastline. Each of those attacks radiated the aura of a powerhouse at the bottom of the liquid stage.

Cracks filled the sky as those attacks flew toward the army. More than thirty spears were converging on the experts from the three organizations. That was an offensive that could push the powerhouses to their limits!

Great Elder Diana and God's Left Hand prepared themselves to cast their best spells. They were the only powerhouses in the liquid stage, so it was in their interest to take care of those attacks.

That would save the weaker powerhouses' energy, and it would give their organizations more chances to seize regions before Noah stepped on the battlefield.

However, black lines suddenly appeared at the center of those spears and divided them in half. No cracks spread from those new attacks, but the Matriarchs stopped their charge to glance at the powerhouse who had decided to remain behind.

"One year starting now," Noah revealed a cold smile when the Matriarchs fixed their eyes on him. His action reminded them who was at the peak of the chain of command.