Floating Island - Triple S Talent - Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Manifestation Zone
“Understood, Ancestor,” he finally responded, his voice deep and resolute.

The elders around him remained silent, none daring to add any remarks. The oppressive aura enveloping the ship was palpable, as if space itself hesitated to move.

Meanwhile, it was not just the Maledictus Sect that was making its move. Other sects, having learned of the location of the Seed of Law, were also making their way toward the manifestation zone.

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Aboard the Invictus Sect’s ship, their journey was nearing its destination. The Ancestor, who had been opening the spatial rift all this time, finally came to a halt. He stood motionless at the ship’s edge, staring into the void ahead, as if waiting for something.

On the other side, Luxandor—the leader of the Invictus Sect—began making preparations.

“Everyone, listen.”

His voice echoed across the ship’s deck, drawing the attention of the warriors who had lined up in orderly formations before him. Their numbers exceeded a hundred, and each possessed remarkable strength—at least at the Master and Grandmaster levels.

“I want you to seize as much territory as possible,” he continued, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers before him. “Erect pillars and secure the area. Our main goal is to map out the region and defend it afterward.”

Seizing the Law Seed’s territory was not something that could be done overnight. The manifestation zone of the Law Seed was vast, requiring time and strategy to conquer. More than that, the other sects would not sit idly by. Every faction would strive to claim as much territory as possible and would inevitably interfere with and seize land from one another.

The soldiers who heard the order nodded in unison. There was no hesitation in their expressions.

“The main team,” Luxandor continued, his gaze now fixed on a man clad in golden robes standing at the front row. “You must secure the core area of the Law Manifestation Zone as much as possible. That way, the primary law energy will belong to us. Do you understand?”

The man in golden robes lifted his head slightly, locking eyes with Luxandor. His gaze was sharp, filled with determination. “Understood, Sect Leader,” he replied firmly.

Luxandor gave a slight nod before turning his attention back to the army.

“We only have one week—no more,” he continued. “If we take longer than that, the price we must pay will be too great.”

His voice carried unwavering resolve, ensuring that no one underestimated the gravity of the mission. The soldiers understood—failure was not an option.

Everyone nodded and continued listening attentively to the sect leader’s orders. Not a single one of them dared to be careless, for the upcoming battle was not a mere skirmish over territory. This was an opportunity for their sect to solidify its dominance and obtain law energy that could shift the balance of power.

The ship continued soaring through the sky, which was shrouded in thick clouds. Minutes passed until, at last, a shimmering zone of white light appeared in the distance. Streaks of multicolored lightning occasionally lashed around it, creating a scene akin to a divine veil shielding a hidden realm.

At first, the zone appeared no larger than a marble on the horizon. But as the ship advanced, it grew in size. Within minutes, it had expanded to span hundreds of kilometers, still continuing to stretch outward, as if devouring the surrounding space.

At the bow of the ship, the Sect Patriarch remained silent, his face devoid of emotion. His gaze remained fixed ahead, as if anticipating something. Meanwhile, the four sect kings stood in a row, their eyes keenly observing the glowing zone. From this distance, it appeared like a flat platform floating in the void. Thick clouds enveloped it, making it impossible to see deeper inside.

Sect Leader Luxandor took a deep breath before speaking softly, his voice almost drowned out by the wind.

“We have arrived… The Law Manifestation Zone.”

His words were simple, yet anyone who heard them could feel the weight behind them.

Without wasting time, Luxandor turned to the side and locked eyes with a large man clad in a black-silver robe.

“Elder Darius, I leave the path-opening to you. Ensure the safety of the entire force,” he ordered in a calm yet authoritative tone.

The man called Darius gave a brief nod. “Understood, Sect Leader.”

A bright silver aura began radiating from his body. A gleaming silver armor slowly manifested, merging with his physique as if it were a part of him. Silver gauntlets covered his hands, exuding an energy that caused the air around him to ripple.

Without waiting for the ship to halt, Darius had already moved. In an instant, his figure shot forward like a streak of light, heading straight toward the thick cloud-covered area.

He raised both hands before him, his movements slow yet deliberate. Moments later, the clouds below began to churn. Initially, it was only a slight ripple, but within seconds, the entire mist in the area trembled violently, as if being forced to reveal a long-concealed secret.

Little by little, the true surface of the place came into view.

Beyond the dissipating clouds stretched a vast expanse of land. However, this was no ordinary land. Its surface was not made of soil but of colossal, rough-hewn stone slabs that appeared solid and heavy. Even more astonishing, the land was not entirely intact. Each section was separated by gaping fissures, and from within those cracks, streams of brilliant white energy surged forth, coursing like lightning that constantly struck in all directions.

From a distance, the sight was both breathtaking and terrifying. This was merely a small portion of the entire Law Manifestation Zone, yet even this fragment was enough to demonstrate the peril it held.

Luxandor turned to face his army of over a hundred warriors. His expression remained calm, but there was a firm resolve in his gaze.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice echoing across the ship.

“Ready!”

A resounding chorus shook the air. Their spirits burned with determination. Without further command, they began activating their respective powers. Glowing energies flared around them, radiating in a spectrum of colors.

At that moment, Lein, who had been standing slightly behind, stepped forward, approaching Luxandor.

“Pardon me, Lord Luxandor,” he said, his tone light yet resolute. “Include my companions in the battle.”

He raised his hand slightly, pointing toward two individuals standing not far from him—Laras and Efan.