novelraw Chapter 483: Invitations Across Existence
Chapter 483: Invitations Across Existence
With Clara and Evelyn achieving their goal, not even a full day had passed.
In the hours they had left, the three spirits managed to accomplish not only the Grand Ball but also the stronghold of the Ineffable Pantheon.
And "stronghold" was exactly the word for what Ash envisioned moving forward.
In just those short hours, something monumental had emerged in Reality Nine.
Beings across the entire Reality — from the weakest cultivators to the most ancient powerhouses ruling over their domains — stared in stunned silence at the colossal structure that now dominated the skies.
Even from several light years away, it was impossible to miss.
The structure was nothing short of magnificent.
At its base stood a massive, imposing stronghold — a grand palace-fortress built from dark, polished stone and reinforced with elegant golden accents.
It stretched across dozens of kilometers, with towering walls, vast halls, and countless windows that gleamed under the light.
In front of the stronghold lay a sprawling courtyard of pristine white marble, adorned with dozens of enormous water fountains that shot powerful jets of crystal-clear water high into the air, creating a constant, majestic display.
On both sides of the stronghold, two massive staircases — each wide enough for entire armies to march side by side — curved upward in elegant arcs, leading directly to the floating venue above.
And floating majestically in the sky behind the stronghold was the Grand Ball venue itself — a breathtaking palace suspended in the air, connected only by the two grand staircases.
Its architecture was regal and commanding, with tall spires, wide balconies, and intricate golden detailing that caught the light perfectly.
It looked less like a building and more like a crown floating above the world.
And... the entire complex had appeared out of nowhere.
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In one of the lower domains, a group of cultivators gazed up at the sky in astonishment.
"What... what is that?!" one of them exclaimed.
"I don’t know... How can something so massive just appear overnight?!"
In a well-respected sect, known for their power over thoughts, several elders gathered on a balcony, their faces pale.
"That’s no ordinary structure," one elder muttered. "The pressure I’m feeling even from here... it’s terrifying."
Another elder narrowed his eyes.
"Could it be... an artifact of creation? Possibly from an ancient ruin?"
A greedy glint appeared in several of their eyes.
"If it is... we need to know exactly who are inhabiting it. We should contact the Sect Leader."
And similar conversations were happening everywhere — shock, fear, awe, and greed spreading like wildfire.
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High above the massive stronghold, on one of the grand balconies of the floating venue, Elysia, Creara, and Unara stood together in their full forms.
Below them stretched the breathtaking sight of the Ineffable Pantheon’s new seat of power.
The view overlooked much of Reality Nine, with distant mountains and sprawling domains visible on the horizon.
From inside the palace, the unmistakable sounds of pleasure echoed faintly through the open balcony doors — the rhythmic sounds of skin meeting skin, soft moans, and the occasional deep groan.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
Elysia glanced back toward the source of the noise with a small, knowing smile but said nothing.
Creara, however, rolled her eyes playfully as she leaned against the railing.
"Ugh, let’s finish quickly so we can join Master."
Unara giggled, floating a little higher.
"Aren’t you the one we’re waiting on?"
Creara smiled, then turned her attention back to the vast landscape below.
"Alright then." She said, "Time to make this official."
HUMM!
She raised both hands, and a wave of pure white divinity surged outward from her palms.
Thousands upon thousands of elegant black-and-gold invitations materialized in the air around her, glowing softly before scattering across the sky like shooting stars.
WHOOOSH!
They shot off in every direction — vanishing into portals, flying across dimensions, and appearing directly in the hands of their intended recipients across existence.
Seeing them go, Elysia was already walking inside, as her clothes were vanishing piece by piece.
"Now... time for our treat~"
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Across Reality Nine many beings received an invitation... but every single Lord and Ancestor were sure to receive one.
And in the Library of Reality Nine.
Ancestor Seeker was seated at her usual desk, surrounded by ancient tomes, when one of the invitations suddenly appeared in front of her.
She picked it up, read the elegant script, and a slow, amused smile spread across her face.
She leaned back in her chair, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"So... he’s finally making his next move," she murmured to herself. "Good. I’ve been waiting to see what kind of entertainment you will bring this time."
She set the invitation down gently and returned to her reading, though her mind was clearly elsewhere.
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In the heart of his sealed domain, Ancestor Sealing was reinforcing one of his orbs when the invitation appeared before him.
He picked it up, read it slowly, and his ancient eyes narrowed.
"A Grand Ball hosted by the Ineffable Pantheon..." he muttered. "How... ironic."
He placed the invitation on his desk and continued his work, though a thoughtful expression remained on his face.
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In a serene, mirror-filled realm, the most reclusive Ancestor of Reality Nine sat in solitude.
He was a figure who seldom spoke and was rarely glimpsed, even by the members of the Sect he had founded countless cycles ago.
They called him Ancestor Thinking.
As an invitation appeared onto is lap, he studied it for a long moment, his expression unreadable.
After a moment, he gave a slight nod and set it aside, already lost in thought about what the event could signify.
All the while, countless other invitations were making their way across the Eighteen Realities — and even farther.
One, in particular, zipped through a portal and landed right before the Watcher at the Threshold of Existence.
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At that exact moment, the Watcher was still speaking with Clara and Evelyn.
The snow-white owl paused mid-sentence as the elegant black-and-gold envelope materialized in front of him.
The Watcher glanced at the elegant black-and-gold invitation that had suddenly appeared before him, then looked back at the two sisters, his golden eyes narrowing with clear interest.
Clara’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
"Well now..." she said lightly. "Looks like we won’t have to capture an owl today."
The Watcher’s head tilted slightly, clearly catching the implication in her words.
Evelyn spoke next, her tone calm but carrying a subtle edge.
"It’s not very fun to spy on others from the shadows, you know." She said,
"If you were curious about us... it would’ve been better to simply ask. That way, we could’ve avoided any... unwanted events."
The Watcher remained silent for a moment, clearly processing their words. It hadn’t expected the two young women to be so... bold.
The Watcher finally spoke, its voice calm but laced with curiosity.
"What is this Grand Ball?"
Clara shrugged playfully.
"Let’s just say you’ve landed on a certain list, and it’s your call whether you make the right choice."
Evelyn’s smile was polite, with a hint of teasing.
"We’ll see you there... or maybe we won’t."
Without another word, the two sisters simply vanished — not through any of the doors but disappearing into thin air right in front of the Watcher, leaving behind only faint traces of rose-gold light.
The Watcher’s golden eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise.
It had not expected them to leave so casually, nor had it sensed any spatial distortion or portal being opened.
They had simply... ceased to be there.
For the first time in a very long while, the ancient owl was genuinely caught off guard.
It stared at the empty space where the two sisters had stood, then slowly turned its gaze back to the invitation still floating in front of it.
"Interesting..." it hooted quietly to itself. "Very interesting."