A farm that breeds gods and demons
Chapter 857 - 649 Elder Council_1

Chapter 857: Chapter 649 Elder Council_1

"What if I summon the Ghost Deities, or even summon the Pear Kadi Mother once more?"

"Half a year... or perhaps not even half a year could be sustained..." The Sky-gazing Giant Eye said this with a fluctuation in its gaze, already filled with a sense of helplessness and sorrow.

Even if one were stronger than the gods, even if one held a status more esteemed than the masters of heaven and earth, "he" could not even save his own daughter.

"I see, can I live that long? Father, after I die, will all traces of me be completely erased from this world? Father, that is a truly terrifying feeling..." Yana chuckled softly, slowly picking up the black box from the ground, holding it like it was her everything, and slowly began to walk outside.

"Yana, where are you going now? It has already been proven that the Pear Kadi Mother cannot defeat the adversary, and Father’s bet with the figure from the previous era has already failed. Let this matter come to an end, shall we?"

"Father, you said that, during this last period of time, you won’t interfere in my affairs... Yana just wants... just wants to find... evidence that I had once lived... Completing this bet for you, Father, is the only way I can prove my real existence."

After saying these words, Yana had already gone far away with the black box, and the Sky-gazing Giant Eye in the void appeared to be stunned, taking a long while before dissolving into a wave of helplessness.

"Ah, if Yana summons the Pear Kadi Mother once more... I’m afraid... afraid that very soon... she will disappear... My child..."

At that moment, a message from afar entered "his" mind.

"Report, Troy City and Constantinople have gone to war again, their leaders have moved out, and the flames of battle have now spread to the surrounding cities, the situation is severe, you must intervene to stop them."

The Sky-gazing Giant Eye contracted slightly, and immediately after, the Giant Eye uttered a somewhat annoyed voice: "These damned races, never a day of peace." Although filled with resentment, the Sky-gazing Giant Eye nonetheless began to recede, promptly disappearing from the place to act as a peacemaker elsewhere.

In the very center of this infinitely vast world, there is a huge city that seems to have been completely constructed from silver.

This silver behemoth is the core of the most famous and prestigious "Silver Empire" in the world, known as "Imperial City."

"Imperial City" spans a staggering hundreds of kilometers in both dimensions, indeed a true megacity in every sense, and the perennial silver light that radiates from the very top of "Imperial City" can challenge the pale silver sun in the sky for brilliance, its glow eternal, making this Silver Empire’s Imperial City a city that never sleeps.

The design of "Imperial City" somewhat resembles a five-tiered pyramid, each tier uniquely shaped, with the summit piercing the heavens, thousands of meters above the ground.

At that moment, at the very top of "Imperial City," within a grand hall, stood ten lofty seats, arranged in a circle, rising high with an indescribable air of majesty.

On each of the ten seats sat a figure shrouded in a magnificent white robe, and in front of these figures was placed a Golden Ball, each engraved with a different number.

From the number "1" at the very top, clockwise down, the numbers engraved on the ten spheres were precisely from "1" to "10," each number seemingly representing a different status of the majestic white-robed figures seated upon them.

"This matter must not be dropped just like that, it’s the gravest provocation to our ’Silver Empire.’" Said the figure in the white robe with the "6" on the Golden Ball in front of them in a stern voice.

"Since the King of Thunder is unharmed, I think we should let this matter rest. It is not suitable for us to set up such a formidable enemy outside of Demon City," another figure in a white robe, in front of whom rested the "10" engraved Golden Ball, spoke in a pleasant female voice.

"Set up a formidable enemy? For a millennium, when has the Silver Empire ever feared anyone or any force? These remnants left from the previous era should be swept away. Now, it is the time of the Fifth Epoch." The figure in front of the "7" engraved Golden Ball let out a cold laugh.

"First Elder, what do you think?" Suddenly, another figure, in front of whom rested the "4" engraved Golden Ball, turned their head to look at the topmost figure with the "1" engraved Golden Ball.

"Me?" asked the Elder represented by the number "1" Golden Ball, his voice sounding incredibly aged. It was weak and seemed to signal that this First Elder was very, very old.

"Regarding the origins of the Black Warriors... I know some as well... Since King of Thunder is safe and sound, I believe we should diminish the severity of this matter and let it fade away for now. Our main adversary at present is the Demon City, and as for the rest..."

The First Elder’s breathy voice had barely finished when the figure in white robes before the number "3" Golden Ball couldn’t help but interrupt him, "Absolutely not! If we let these Black Warriors go unchecked this time, where will the dignity of the Silver Empire stand? Esteemed Elders, the achievements and authority of our Silver Empire cannot be allowed to crumble because of this. I suggest we dispatch two Elders and mobilize the Heavenly Warriors Corps to capture all these remnants of the Black Warriors in one fell swoop. Compared to the Demon City, these remnants are hardly a formidable foe."

"Impudence!"

The white-robed figure holding the number "3" ball had just spoken when the figure above him, in front of the number "2" Golden Ball, suddenly emitted a calm but slightly aged voice. At this point, had Wang Heng and Zhang Kuo been present, they would have instantly recognized that the voice coming from the figure holding the number "2" Golden Ball was, in fact, that of their second brother, formerly the second squad leader among the "Eight Thousand Black Warriors" and one of the strongest among their generation of Black Warriors, Wang An.

"Elder of the Second, what did you say?" The voice of the figure holding the number "3" ball was full of annoyance and rage.

"Elder of the Third, you are overstepping, interrupting the First Elder’s speech so rudely in today’s Elder Council is unbelievable," stated Wang An with imposing authority. "Regarding the matter of the King of Thunder and the Black Warriors, I agree with the First Elder’s decision. What we need to focus on a year from now is the Demon City, our foremost significant enemy. Moreover, I have already thoroughly investigated the origins of this matter, and the King of Thunder must also bear considerable responsibility. I think today’s meeting need not continue any further; there is no need to discuss this matter anymore."

Having said this, Wang An bowed slightly to the First Elder above, "First Elder, let us conclude this meeting. Regarding the King of Thunder and the Black Warriors, there is no need for further discussion. If anyone wishes to make trouble at such a time, we of the Elder Council will certainly not stand idly by."

"Very well... This meeting is adjourned..." The First Elder at the top end, sounding breathy, gestured slightly with his hand.

"Hmph!" The Third Elder stood up abruptly, his anger palpable to everyone. He stretched out his right hand, lifted the number "3" Golden Ball before him, and without a word, turned and left the council hall.

One after another, the Elders departed, the atmosphere remaining solemnly silent. Finally, in the entire council hall, only the frail First Elder and the Second Elder, with a voice identical to Wang An’s, were left.

"Elder of the Second, can this matter really just be suppressed like this?"

The Second Elder slowly rose to his feet, revealing his true face—a seemingly ordinary face, yet filled with resilience as solid as a rock. Extending his right hand, he held the number "2" Golden Ball, revealing that the true identity of the Silver Empire’s Second Elder was none other than Wang An, the second squad leader of the Black Warriors.

"At least we will not need to deploy the military forces of the Silver Empire. Although... these fellows will not be content to let this go..." Wang An’s face showed a strange smile, "But this can also serve as a good trial."

"Be cautious of the Elder of the Third, for I fear... he may escalate this matter..." The First Elder spoke slowly, and Wang An nodded. He then respectfully bowed to the First Elder and said, "This time, I am deeply grateful to you."

The First Elder smiled slowly and said, "Wang An, this is the last thing I can do for you, no, it should be said the last thing you can do for the Black Warriors. Remember your promise to me... after this matter, you must forget your identity as a Black Warrior and serve the Silver Empire faithfully, loyal to ’Him’."

A bitter smile appeared on Wang An’s face as he pulled at the corners of his mouth, "My life was granted by you, and what I have promised you, Elder, will be done."

The First Elder’s face gradually came into view, revealing an old man’s face covered with wrinkles. Yet at this moment, the visage that was revealed was no longer that of a feeble old man, but one smiling like a fox spirit with thousands of years of cunning.

The Third Elder, holding the number "3" Golden Ball, stormed out of the council hall full of wrath. This Elder appeared to be about the same age as Wang An, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a short black beard and a brooding face. Upon exiting the hall, he roared in a furious whisper, "Don’t think that this matter is settled, hoping to monopolize power in the council? Dream on!"

Close behind him, catching up were the Sixth Elder, holding the number "6" Golden Ball, and the Seventh Elder, with the number "7" ball. Their faces also showed anger.

"King of Thunder was grievously wounded, nearly losing his life, several Silver Chariots destroyed—this is a blatant affront to our Silver Empire. And to think they would dare to minimize and overlook such a severe provocation? Which Elder? Serving as such an Elder, I feel nothing but shame—" The Sixth Elder suddenly let out a roar of anger, tossing the Golden Ball in his hand away. (To be continued. For more, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters are available, and your support for the author and genuine reading is appreciated!)