APTnovel Chapter 303 The Forgotten Domain, 8th Seat
Chapter 303 The Forgotten Domain, 8th Seat
Chapter 303 The Eighth Seat of the Forgotten Realm
As an extremely vast world cluster, the Forgotten Realm holds a pivotal position among all realms, and it is said that a demon god is supporting it from behind the scenes.
Its size was so great that it could support seven immortals simultaneously; Modi figured that having one more shouldn't be a problem...
...Bar?
"Wasn't it said that the Forgotten Realm was of very high quality? What's going on?"
Modi felt the ground shaking and his face furrowed slightly.
The surrounding space contracted and compressed inward, while energy actively moved away from the place, forming a cage-like environment where the whole world showed malice towards this uninvited guest.
"It seems I overestimated the quality of the Forgotten Realm."
Despite his helplessness, Modi had no choice but to accept the outcome.
While the Forgotten Realm does contain seven immortals, it is already in a precarious balance, and the fragile balance will collapse if any more variables are introduced.
As luck would have it, he came with the power of the immortals, which coincidentally made him the variable.
"I feel more at ease in Itniti; only that world can truly accommodate me."
"We must have been discovered by the seven immortals. What should we do?" Su Youli's voice echoed in his mind.
"Let's talk to them, that's what I originally wanted to do anyway."
How to negotiate with the other party and what outcome to expect depends on their attitude.
Modi stretched his limbs, casually smashing the crushing spatial barrier, single-handedly resisting the malice of the entire world.
The blood surged beneath him, and in a short while, the sea of blood turned the place where he stood into a vast ocean.
Carrying Modi's will, the crimson tide expanded outwards, leaving only a scarlet hue in its wake.
Modi silently counted down in his mind, and stopped counting when he reached the fifth second.
He could sense that the wave of expansion had encountered an obstacle in a certain direction, a force belonging to the immortals blocking the direction in which the wave was moving forward.
Immediately afterwards, the waves from all directions stopped simultaneously, without exception, all of them blocked by the immortals.
Seven distinct auras rose out of thin air from seven different directions, each symbolizing an immortal being.
All seven immortals of the Forgotten Realm have arrived.
Fire, madness, order, deception, domination, change, nightmares.
The seven domains and seven laws rub against each other, clashing head-on, while also subtly connecting with each other, creating a feeling that the seven people are different but of one mind.
The sea of blood, sandwiched in the center, remained unmoved despite the pressure from all seven directions, appearing unfathomable.
They were sizing up Modi, and Modi was sizing them up too.
"Seven immortals, this lineup is truly..." Elena, hidden within him, bit her lip. Even though she wasn't directly facing this aura, she still felt a heavy weight in her heart.
Modi picked up where she left off, nodding and saying, "It is indeed a bit weak."
"Yes... what did you say?"
Elena almost thought she had misheard, but to her surprise, Su Youli also expressed her agreement.
"Compared to your former imposing presence, every immortal present seems somewhat weak."
"That's normal. After all, it's not like the older you are, the stronger you are. And the way I advanced wasn't the normal path, so naturally I'm a little stronger than ordinary immortals."
Modi added, while mentally making a gesture of the universe between his fingers.
As a second-time ascendant, he simultaneously embarked on two paths to immortality, and was not afraid of any of the immortals present. Even if they joined forces, he was confident that he could retreat calmly.
"Don't be fooled by their seniority. Most of them are actually cultivating their second path. The strongest one is probably close to immortality. I estimate that after a while, he will also be able to reach immortality on that path."
Silently making a judgment in his heart, he could no longer tolerate it. With a thought, the sea of blood surged into a monstrous wave, which at one point overwhelmed the aura of the seven people opposite him.
The atmosphere froze for a moment, and then the immortal being, whose body was enveloped in flames, slowly spoke from among the seven seats of the Forgotten Realm: "Another immortal being, and it seems that you have embarked on the path of immortality on two paths at the same time. It has been a long time since someone like you has set foot in the Forgotten Realm."
"Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities to visit each other in the future," Modi replied with a smile.
Another immortal spoke, his voice carrying a scholarly air: "Gazed upon this sea of blood, could you perhaps be the Blood God of the Blood God Cult? Why have you suddenly visited our domain?"
The other party had clearly done their homework and had an understanding of him and his forces, but it was unclear what their reasons were for doing so.
Regardless, since the other party had revealed their identity, Modi simply got straight to the point: "I've come to pay my respects, after all, the Blood God Cult has quite a bit of territory within the Forgotten Realm, and I'm practically a Forgotten Monarch myself."
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He suddenly gave a strange smile.
"But I've heard that my domain has been frequently targeted lately, not only by the Forgotten Monarchs in the surrounding area, but also by the Council of the Seven Gods... Am I right?"
Before he arrived, he had made thorough preparations and thought of his reasons for attacking the enemy; everything he did was based on sound reasoning and evidence.
In fact, this was an excuse given to him by the Council of Seven Gods. If it weren't for their sanctions against the Blood God Cult, Modi wouldn't have been able to think of how to use this as a pretext.
If anyone is to blame, it's that they were too biased towards the forgotten monarch of their own land, which gave powerful forces from outside the region an excuse to cause trouble.
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The seven immortals fell silent.
On the surface, things seemed calm, but in reality, they were already having a secret meeting.
Is that true?
"It's obvious that he made up this excuse on purpose so he could make a fuss about it."
"They've come with ill intentions."
"Um...it seems that the parliament did indeed issue a sanctions order."
Someone mentioned it, and the seven immortals fell silent.
Is that what they want to know? What they want is to minimize or downplay this issue!
"Ahem, Lord of the Blood Sea, I'll call you that for now."
Clearing his throat, the Immortal, symbolizing the Nightmare, spoke at the end of the seven seats.
"I think there might be many misunderstandings involved..."
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He then personally demonstrated a sophisticated set of rhetoric, including but not limited to vague statements and shirking responsibility, which included a lot of slang, in order to characterize the whole thing as an accident.
In summary, this incident was entirely the personal act of a minor character, and the Seven Gods Council was completely unaware of it. They will surely punish the culprit severely and give the Blood Sea Domain an explanation.
"Have you considered running for Prime Minister of the British Empire?" Mordy asked with a strange expression. "You're born to be a British civil servant."
He finally understood. Wasn't this just trying to downplay the issue and make things disappear? Did they really think he was a fool?
Modi was "enraged," causing the sea of blood to overflow and his violent aura to spread out in all directions, which in turn suppressed the seven beams of light, making the faces of the seven immortals even more tense.
Although it's hard to admit, it's likely that none of them would be able to defeat this unexpected enemy.
Even if they all join forces, it will probably be difficult to capture him.
"I thought you had some brilliant ideas, but it turns out you're just spouting nonsense. Are you trying to make fun of me?"
Modi knew that sometimes acting like a mindless brute was more likely to achieve the desired effect than acting like a normal person.
In short, no matter what the other party says, they won't listen and will just keep talking nonsense.
The seven immortals exchanged glances, their faces revealing obvious helplessness.
Faced with this situation, they have only one solution: to revert to primal violence, fight a battle first, and then talk about other things.
Without warning or any indication, the seven immortals attacked simultaneously, their seven auras setting aside all prejudices and suddenly launching an assault on the encircled sea of blood.
"The negotiations have indeed progressed to this stage."
Modi was quite used to this situation and had long been prepared to deal with it.
Endless blood surged towards the central vortex, transforming out of thin air into bones, internal organs, flesh, and blood, shaping the image of a seven-headed red dragon.
The red dragon is covered in scales like red crystals, and its crowned head is raised high. Each of its seven heads symbolizes a different original sin, and each is facing an attack from an immortal.
The sword energy of Yuan Tu Abi gathered deep in his throat. Before the attack could get close, the sword energy and dragon breath surged out together, cutting, slicing and pulverizing everything it touched.
"This is bad, this is tricky." The usually refined Immortal suddenly blurted out some slang, and had no choice but to increase his output to contend with the sword energy and dragon breath.
This single breath contained countless forces of different natures that complemented each other, working together to create seven unbreakable dragon breaths.
The sword energy was sharp to the extreme; the force field could freeze time; the frost had the power to annihilate all things; and the countless tiny blood god children were like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone.
These fundamental forces that constitute the dragon's breath caused the seven immortals immense suffering. Although they did not pose a fatal threat, they were extremely disgusting.
"He has too many tricks up his sleeve," a sharp-eyed immortal noticed, "and some of them even involve the power of an ancient dragon."
"Ancient dragon? Could he be some kind of ancient dragon descendant who suddenly appeared out of nowhere?"
"I don't know, but if this news is leaked to the remnants of the God of Light, it might cause them to fight each other."
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Some people had wicked ideas and planned to shift the blame, making heroes investigate heroes and good men investigate good men.
Little did they know, Modi, who was surrounded, had already guessed their intentions.
"They wouldn't want the remnants of the God of Light to deal with me, would they?"
Thinking of this, he had no choice but to suppress his smile. Qi Zhanglong also wore a half-smile, but fortunately, he still looked fierce and no one would notice.
Skran has already contacted the Candlelight Society and given them a little hint. Winning them over shouldn't be a problem.
After succeeding, he would reveal some information to the world, letting them know that there are immortals behind the Candlelight Society, and then they would be very likely to come to the Candlelight Society.
At that time, a grand drama of "I'm investigating myself" will unfold.
Regardless of the Immortal's ulterior motives, the battle remained deadlocked.
With the Dark Dragon providing power and support behind him, and the Unchanging Spear ready to strike, Modi could give the seven opponents an unexpected surprise at any time.
As a demonic artifact used to hunt ancient dragons, the Unchanging Spear is inherently incredibly powerful, posing a significant threat even if its target is not an ancient dragon.
For this reason, the threat of death hung over the seven men, making them hesitant to use their full strength, lest they be unable to escape a fatal blow.
Despite the combined effects of various factors, the situation remained unchanged.
until..
Click.
After a sharp crack that seemed to come from nowhere, the world that served as the battlefield collapsed into pieces, unable to withstand the pressure.
Modi and the immortal leader opposite them exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's meaning.
The seven dragon heads came together, and the sword energy and dragon breath dissipated completely in no time.
The seven immortals also ceased their fighting, changing the previous tense atmosphere.
Modi knew he couldn't really overpower seven people, and the opposing team didn't dare risk death by going all out, so they could only return to the initial situation.
In other words, it's negotiation.
Perhaps because Modi had shown his strength, the attitude of the seven immortals was much more sincere this time.
"Lord of the Blood Sea, we will give you an explanation for this matter. If you need it, we can also make you the eighth seat in the Forgotten Realm. It all depends on you."
Upon hearing this, Modi understood that he had temporarily dispelled their covetousness of the Blood God Cult.
He can now confidently embark on his expedition.
"Hehe, if you can guarantee that, then I'm relieved... So, when will my place in the Forgotten Realm be confirmed?"
"It won't be long... Before that, we need to expand and reinforce the Forgotten Realm. As you know, the current Forgotten Realm cannot fully accommodate eight immortals."
Establishing a seat for an immortal is no simple matter; it involves many interests, including the division of power within the realm of oblivion.
Previously, they had to ensure that the realm of oblivion was large enough to accommodate one more immortal, which required them to expand their territory and plunder nutrients from other realms.
It can be said that every additional immortal seat in the Forgotten Realm signifies a major event for this entire world community, such as launching a war involving many worlds.
This is why Modi is certain that they will not covet the Blood God Cult for the time being.
As the realm to be forgotten expands outwards, they will no longer have the energy to focus on Itniti.
"Well then, I'll wait for your news."
11
As the sea of blood receded, tens of thousands of tons of blood-red water were swept into the whirlpool, and the enormous seven-headed red dragon also disintegrated and returned to the sea of blood.
Modi has left the Forgotten Realm. The only thing that he regrets is that his previously planned trip has fallen through.
If anyone's to blame, it's the Forgotten Domain for not being good enough. He'll have to find a way to make it up to Su Youli and the other person later.
After he left, the seven immortals did not leave.
They looked at the shattered world before them and felt a sense of dread.
"He's finally gone."
"I don't know what tricks he has up his sleeve, but he managed to make us all feel threatened by death."
"Fortunately, it's all over now. By the way, should we still leak his information to the remnants of the God of Light?"
"We'll discuss this matter later, since we don't know much about the remnants of the God of Light's forces."
"The eighth seat in the Forgotten Realm...?"
"As we promised, it's time for the Forgotten Realm to start making some public appearances."
"Agreed."
The seven of them quickly finalized the next course of action for the Forgotten Realm without consulting the Forgotten Monarch below.
Once the order reached the Death Curse Monarch, preparations for the expansion of the entire Forgotten Realm had already begun.
The Lord of Death Curse looked at the message, his face expressionless, but in reality, his heart was shattered.