Chapter 410: 410
The monarch power-wielding folk took their seats . Relentless wore a white mask with one-eyed closed . Its meaning didn't point to overlooking certain matters, but on the contrary, one that many cultivators called the Watchful Eye, the Restless Guard, or the Galaxy's Sentinel .
All pointed at the same thing, a relentless eye over the Galaxy .
Their number was, and always would be, a secret . Either way, the four Great Immortal Domains never got the advantage in their conflicts with Relentless, ever .
They each had their own unbending reason for not standing as one, however, they had to admit, a prince against a Relentless would always be on the losing side .
To Chen Ming, Headless Assembly was the insurgent, while each Great Immortal Domains only had a measly Tree of Martyrs . Common cultivators never took their side and Headless Assembly accepted all those stars the other four factions regarded as filled with bland talent . In order to resist them, Headless Assembly used the cruelest and vicious method there was, raising the strongest .
With the light taken, Headless Assembly turned their loyalty to darkness, succeeding in becoming the greatest darkness this world had ever seen .
The light had no way out but to surrender .
Chen Ming sat on a bamboo mat at a table on which smoke drifted from an incense stick, the perfect mood for researching Dao and transcendence .
As for the world outside the garret, chaos ensued . The number of cultivators looking to join the bustle went beyond countable, "Is Sage Ran Zui inside?"
"Is he that pretty boy monk in the garret?"
"He has to be . "
"Doesn't look old though . "
"Eh, these inferring cultivators are also cultivators, with lifespans equaling immortality . Who knows, he might just be a five thousand years old coot inside!"
"Sage Ran Zui is so refined, won't this be a tad brutal?"
"That's what's called might is right!"
The outside was abuzz, to which Chen Ming turned a deaf ear, drinking tea and relaxing . The crowd split and a black carriage inched forward . An old man with a cane stepped out and looked up at Chen Ming . He had a vague image of him, a bald, young monk .
Relentless rose as Zhan Tianyang entered propping in his crutch . He bent his waist a fraction, to which the latter smiled .
The princes were in shock at the amount of respect he received, Just how high up the ladder is he?
Sage might no win!
Zhan Tianyang sat across from Chen Ming, "Is sir Sage Ran Zui?"
Chen Ming nodded, if it were his usual self, Ain't it obvious? "Little monk had looked forward to this for a long time . "
Zhan Tianyang smiled, his face cracking like bark, "Sire is quite young . "
"Let us begin, as food awaits . "
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