Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

Chapter 210  The Great Emperor Pavilion

The celestial phenomenon concluded, leaving an air of mystique and confusion among the disciples gathered on the ruins of the Red Sky Sect.

Arthur, at the center of this cosmic display, stood calmly, though his expression was thoughtful.

'What was that thing that the Fate Gem took from the heavens?'

'After this is settled, I must check it out. It might be a key...'

"The principal is here!" A disciple exclaimed.

"That's Elder Gordian. Even he showed up, and not just him!"

"All the other reclusive experts of the Royal Academy and even the powerful teachers are here!"

The academy's principal and elders, recognizing the gravity of the situation, arrived on the scene.

But unlike how they expected to appear, in a display of respect, they approached Arthur.

"Prince Arthur," the principal addressed him, "would you kindly accompany us? There are matters that require your immediate attention."

The Principal was a man who looked much younger than the other elders.

If one had to judge it would look like he is a man in his late forties.

After the Principal spoke with a smile, the other figures with him said nothing but only silently stared at Arthur.

Arthur nodded, an air of intrigue surrounding him.

Without a word, he followed the elders and principal, leaving the disciples behind, their whispers trailing after him.

Helia looked a bit worried, "Will the Young Master be okay?"

"He will, definitely. In fact, this could be an opportunity for him and most importantly, father definitely knows of what has happened."

As they departed, the atmosphere remained charged, and the disciples exchanged speculative glances.

"Did you see that?"

"Of course dummy! Who didn't see that phenomenon?!"

"Unbelievable. What does this mean for our academy?"

...

All the various forces in the Southern Continent looked at the direction of the Hartfield Empire with thoughtful expressions.

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The Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect in particular felt that Arthur might be the one who triggered such power.

'Is he some immortal child?' he wondered.

Only he had no idea he was a bit close to the truth.

But he made a decision also.

"Summon all the great elders. It is time for us to show our stance to the world."

....

Back in the Royal Palace, the Emperor, a keen observer of the celestial events, gazed at the skies with a contemplative expression.

*Sigh!*

"So that time is already here, huh?"

"The time has come," he muttered, disappearing from the palace in a blink.

In a secret location, hidden from the eyes of the world, the Emperor stood before a massive golden gate.

"Come in."

A voice, ancient and resonant, invited him in.

As the gate swung open, he entered a realm of profound energy.

Before him floated a seemingly drunken old man, cross-legged in meditation.

The Emperor, with a deep bow, spoke, "Master, the time you spoke of has arrived."

"I know, but I shall only meet the Young Master upon his return from the Martial Emperor Secret Realm Journey," the old man stated, his words laden with a sense of predestined fate.

The Emperor, aware of the looming wars and the empire's fate, inquired, "Will you aid us in the time to come?"

The old man's response was cryptic, "It depends on the Young Master."

Meanwhile, in the Royal Academy, Arthur found himself summoned back.

The Emperor, after receiving a spiritual transmission, issued a directive for an urgent meeting.

The pieces of a grand scheme were slowly falling into place.

...

Far from the bustling scenes of academies and imperial palaces, in a mist-shrouded mountain range in the central continent, a force concealed itself.

Known as The Great Emperor Pavilion, they were an enigmatic presence, hiding their true strength beneath a facade of ordinariness.

Four elders, seated in a chamber veiled in mystical energy, discussed the recent celestial phenomenon.

"The heavens have spoken," Elder Xuan said, his gaze penetrating the veils of mystery. "We must prepare for the emergence of the new Emperor."

"That's right. The mission that the Mortal Emperor bestowed on us must be carried out. It is the only way to save this realm from destruction."

"Hmm, who would have thought that the dragon would rise from the southern continent, the weakest of all."

"Wasn't it the same with him back then?"

"You're right."

"Anyway, summon the Ten Knights."

The others nodded in agreement. Plans were set into motion.

The Great Emperor Pavilion, seen by many as just another sect, harbored intentions far more profound.

A decision was made to participate in the Grand Martial Arts competition in the central continent.

Ten disciples were summoned, and the elders imparted their instructions.

"You are to enter the competition," Elder Ji commanded, "but occupy only the last and weakest positions. Just enough to pass and secure the qualifications for the Martial Emperor Secret Realm."

The disciples, entrusted with a mission beyond the comprehension of those outside their sect, nodded solemnly.

Their faces bore a blend of determination and uncertainty.

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'This Young Emperor we have been waiting for better be strong enough or else...'

As the misty mountain range concealed their secrets, The Great Emperor Pavilion set the stage for their subtle influence on the unfolding events in the Mortal Emperor World.

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In the grand hall of the Royal Academy, a gathering of esteemed figures took place. Emperor Markus Hartfield, seated prominently, presided over the assembly.

Below him sat the Principal, Vice Principal, and the great elders, their expressions a mix of curiosity and reverence.

A spirited debate erupted among the elders.

Some argued passionately that Arthur should be appointed as the Prime Disciple of the academy, a position of unparalleled authority.

"This a chance we have been waiting for!"

"Who else will bear the mantle for our forces when we face the powerful forces from the other continents?!"

"I agree. The fact that he could defeat geniuses from an ancient sect, and their best geniuses for that matter speaks volumes of his strength."

"Yes. This might finally be the chance to get better gains from the Martial Emperor Realm!"

"That's the real goal and not the Red Sky Sect inheritance. It isn't the only resource we have anyway."

They cited his extraordinary strength, symbolized by the recent heavenly phenomenon, as proof of his exceptional status.

Others, however, voiced their objections.

"We can't be hasty in this decision," a red haired man spoke.

This was Julius's father!

He was also a member of this council.

'If that boy gets this position then there will be no more leverage to fight for the position of crown prince!' he thought.

He set his eyes on the Emperor as he spoke, "I suggest we wait for the final battle at the Grand Martial Arts Tournament before choosing."

An air of tension filled the hall as conflicting opinions clashed like stormy seas.

The arguments went back and forth until a stern silence descended.

Breaking the impasse, Emperor Markus Hartfield spoke, his voice carrying the weight of imperial decree.

"Enough!"

"It is clear that Arthur's strength places him among the chosen ones of the heavens. I hereby decree that Arthur shall be appointed as the Prime Disciple of the Royal Academy."

The proclamation reverberated through the hall, silencing dissent.

The Emperor's word was law, and in this matter, there would be no dispute.

The Principal announced that the appointment ceremony would take place in three days.

To address any lingering doubts, a bold challenge was thrown open to the disciples.

Whoever disagreed with this decision had the option to challenge Arthur for the esteemed position.

The scene transitioned to a quieter space where Emperor Markus and Arthur remained alone.

The Emperor, with a penetrating gaze, addressed Arthur.

"I heard about the incident with Helia. I took the liberty to handle the matter for you."

Arthur's eyes flickered with a blend of gratitude and a touch of inscrutable intent. "I had my own plans, but I appreciate your concern, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty? Ha! I know you will be displeased, haha! But I can't be calm when someone does something like this to my son can I?"

Arthur smiled, "Fine, but there is something I want to ask of you Father."

The Emperor smiled when he heard Arthur address him as Father.

"What is it?" He asked.

Only he didn't expect to hear the next words of Arthur so soon

At least not now!

"It's time to tell me the full story of how you found me. Tell me everything," Arthur's gaze was serious as he said this.