Stronger with Crimson Modifier

Chapter 191 - 189: Discussion

Xia Federation, the Capital.

Inside a vast, brightly-lit inner council chamber.

At its very center sat an elliptical, jet-black conference table.

And seated around the table were seven figures.

"Recently, our probes have detected a continuous rise in the concentration of Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy. The aptitude of new disciples in every School is significantly higher than in previous years. Not only that, but according to our statistics, the bottlenecks for Secret Martial Artists seem to be loosening. The number of people breaking through to the Martial Arts Family realm in the last few months already equals the total from the past several years combined.

But for us, this is not a good thing.

There is only one possible explanation for this phenomenon: the Primordial Energy Tide has begun its descent. We don’t have much time left!"

The one who spoke was a white man standing to the side.

He had a gaunt face and was dressed in long, black robes.

His hair was neatly combed back, with streaks of silver mixed into his pale golden locks.

This man was the Speaker of the Xia Federation—Eirilson.

As Eirilson spoke, he pressed a button in his hand.

The next moment, a straight crack appeared on the surface of the conference table.

A faint light projected out from it, forming a massive, rotating planet in mid-air.

It was a complete image of Earth Star.

Red dots of light of varying sizes marked several regions on its surface.

These points marked areas on the oceans and continents.

Then, as the planetary projection rotated, the areas covered by these dots of light began to expand and grow more intense.

At the same time, Eirilson’s voice continued.

"The Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy in these locations is constantly increasing. Our experts have compared this with data from the ruins left by the Second Civilization.

If this trend continues, we have three to five years at most."

With that, he looked toward the seven figures seated at the round table.

Among them were three women and three men. The last person’s face was blurry and their figure was illusory, like a projection, making it impossible to determine their gender.

They were dressed in a light green Daoist Robe and sat in the main seat.

These seven were the true holders of power in the entire Xia Federation.

They were also the Sect Leaders of the Seven Great Schools.

As for him, Eirilson, the public-facing Federation Speaker, he was only in his position because he possessed a certain talent for governing the Federation.

That, and the fact that these beings couldn’t be bothered to manage the Federation personally and dilute their own energy.

Thus, they had propped him up to take the role.

Minor Federation decisions were one thing.

But once a truly important issue arose, it had to be approved by these individuals.

Because the ones who truly held the lifeblood of the Xia Federation in their hands were not him, but these Seven Upper-tier Schools.

Eirilson knew this full well, so his attitude was exceedingly humble.

The seven remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"So soon! Weren’t the previous estimates at least a hundred years away?"

At this moment, a man on the far left spoke up. He was burly and well over two meters tall, his body a mass of knotted muscle.

His appearance was quite strange; he was completely hairless.

When he spoke, his voice was deep and booming like a great bell.

The cups on the table trembled from the vibration.

This was a result of his overwhelming physical strength.

This was the Sect Leader of the Thunder Gate, a Refining God Venerable who had shattered the Celestial Heart Divine Treasure.

Lei Bao.

"Well, that was always an uncertainty. Under normal circumstances, yes, that would have been the case. But now, it’s clear that some sort of special situation has caused a Mutation."

Eirilson reached up to wipe his forehead as he explained.

Although he was also a Secret Martial Artist, his own aptitude was limited.

Even with vast resources poured into him, he had only barely managed to reach the Martial Arts Family level.

Every time he faced these individuals, the pressure he felt was immense.

It was a difference in Life Level. Even if they restrained their power, knowing their true strength, he didn’t dare to relax for a second.

"How is the development of the Interstellar Battleships coming along?"

A pleasant voice rang out.

It was a beautiful woman in a blue dress, who appeared to be around thirty years old.

"The Interstellar Battleships are mostly complete. They can carry a maximum of about one hundred thousand people. However, there are still some unresolved issues with the propulsion systems," Eirilson said.

As he spoke, the planetary projection in mid-air flickered and transformed into a massive Interstellar Battleship.

"At all costs, you must overcome these problems within three—no, two years. We need to leave enough time to prepare."

The woman in blue, Li Xianyu, Sect Leader of the Holy Rain Sect, said coldly.

"However, we can’t put all our eggs in one basket."

As she said this, her gaze shifted to the silent figure in the green Daoist Robe sitting at the head of the table.

"Lord Xuanqing, have you had any luck finding the Spirit Realm Sea Eye?"

Hearing this, everyone present turned their eyes to the blurry figure in the green Daoist Robe.

They awaited their answer.

A being who could be addressed as "Lord" by a Refining God Venerable was naturally no simple character.

Xuanqing’s identity was mysterious, and their strength was the greatest among all the Refining God Venerables. The reason those Food Masters remained obediently in the Inner Earth World, and had not descended upon the surface, was because of this person.

In their early years, they had achieved the terrifying feat of slaughtering three Food Masters.

There were even rumors that Lord Xuanqing had already broken through the Refining God realm and touched upon another, even more profound and mystical realm.

But whether this news was true or false, no one could say.

Regardless, Xuanqing’s strength was indisputably number one.

Seeing everyone looking at them, Xuanqing shook their head.

Their voice was calm.

"I have not found it. Based on my speculation, the Spirit Realm Sea Eye is either located in the Earth Core, or it doesn’t exist at all."

As the words fell, the others couldn’t help but fall silent.

"So we can only choose to flee? Is there really no chance of victory?"

Lei Bao’s expression was grim.

"Lei Bao, oh, Lei Bao. Is there anything in that head of yours besides muscle? Think about it. If there really was a chance of victory, which of the previous civilizations wasn’t stronger than we are now? And why were they all destroyed?"

Just then, an elegant man in white robes sitting opposite him spoke, his tone tinged with faint mockery.

Clearly, his relationship with Lei Bao was not harmonious.

"Fuck! Shi Xiao, you coward! Looks like those things scared the piss out of you! How long’s it been since you drew that sword? Did it get too rusty to use? If you’ve got the guts, fight me! If not, then shut your mouth and stop talking your slick-tongued trash at me."

Lei Bao’s face contorted with rage as he slammed his hand on the table.

BANG!

Faint arcs of white-hot lightning flickered across his skin, emitting an aura of violent destruction.

Such a direct insult made the elegant man—Shi Xiao, Master of the Sword Pavilion—turn grim.

Just as he was about to say something, he paused slightly.

It wasn’t just him; Li Xianyu, the Sect Leader of the Holy Rain Sect, did the same.

Before either of them could make a move, two projection screens popped up, materializing before their eyes.

The information on them was an emergency communication from their respective Schools.