Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1233: The Sovereign’s Test

Chapter 1233: The Sovereign’s Test

Under the escort of their respective guards, the envoys from various star systems stepped through the grand gates.

Beyond the gates stretched a long, wide avenue leading to the center of the royal palace.

The soldiers lined both sides of the path And each of them exuding a chilling aura of hostility.

Armed with long spears and expressionless faces, their overwhelming presence radiated an oppressive killing intent.

Ordinary people who stepped onto this road found themselves instantly affected by the sheer pressure emanating from the soldiers.

Their legs weakened, and some of them nearly collapsed, making a fool of themselves in front of everyone.

The envoys from various star systems quickly realized that this was the true test from the Crimson Moon Dynasty.

Previously, they had thought the minor difficulties they faced were meant to intimidate them—but now, they understood that this was the real show of dominance.

This was not just a demonstration of power but also an unmistakable display of absolute superiority.

Not only did it showcase the Crimson Moon Dynasty’s strength, but it also made them feel the vast gap between their power and that of the empire.

With so many elite soldiers standing before them, each possessing extraordinary abilities, those who couldn’t endure this trial had no qualifications to negotiate as equals.

The representatives from the Erythar Star System had only been cultivating for a short two months, yet under Amalia’s guidance, most of them had developed some level of cultivation.

Even Minister Sharif, who held a civilian post, managed to endure the pressure.

Seeing that they could withstand the ordeal, Amalia refrained herself from helping them.

Only by confronting those stronger than oneself could they truly improve.

Finally, the agonizing 400-meter-long walk came to an end.

The moment they stepped beyond the soldiers’ oppressive aura, many people heaved a sigh of relief.

However, they quickly pulled themselves together—greater challenges lay ahead.

Everyone knew the Crimson Moon Dynasty’s tests would not end here.

But there was no choice.

If they sought the empire’s assistance or hoped for cooperation, such trials were inevitable.

"Honored envoys, please follow us," said eight male attendants who emerged, each of them leading a delegation from a different star system.

"Why did you stop me?" Kenny Lin leaned toward Amalia and whispered.

"There’s no point in wasting effort on people who are just following orders," Amalia replied calmly. "The ones we truly need to find may be inside."

Her gaze swept the surroundings.

She didn’t sense anything unusual yet, meaning the royal family of the Crimson Moon Dynasty was not present here.

The eight attendants quickly guided the envoys of the eight star systems to different locations, eventually leading them into a grand hall where they were separated.

When Sharif inquired about their destination, the attendants avoided giving a direct answer, merely saying they would know soon enough.

And indeed, before long, they were led into a large dressing chamber.

Inside, rows upon rows of exquisite garments were displayed.

Each piece looked luxurious and meticulously crafted.

"What is the meaning of this?" Sharif frowned.

"This is by the emperor’s decree," one of the attendants explained. "Since you will be attending the banquet, His Majesty hopes that the envoys will follow local customs and change into the formal attire we have prepared."

"And what if we refuse?" General Rafiq asked.

The attendant hesitated before replying, "If you choose not to change, we will not force you."

"Then we won’t be changing," General Rafiq decided immediately.

After all, they weren’t here to attend a simple banquet.

The attendant glanced at the others, but seeing that no one reacted, he didn’t dare insist and reluctantly led them away.

The royal palace of the Crimson Moon Dynasty was vast, with countless twists and turns.

After navigating through its corridors for half an hour, they finally reached their destination.

This was the sacred hall, a grand chamber used by the royal family to receive foreign guests and hold imperial assemblies.

Even before approaching the hall, they could see layers upon layers of guards surrounding it like an impenetrable iron fortress.

The male attendants, after completing the handover with the palace guards, withdrew, and a loud voice rang out from within.

"The envoys of the Erythar Star System have arrived!"

Like a monarch’s court session, the message was relayed by human voices, enhancing the solemnity and ceremonial grandeur of the occasion.

"The Erythar Star System actually arrived first."

Inside the sacred hall, seated on the central throne, was a man with a commanding presence.

He’s the Crimson Snake Sovereign, the emperor of the Crimson Moon Dynasty who have remarkable vision and strategic brilliance.

To his left and right stood his ministers.

Some of them had faint and almost indifferent auras, their eyes lowered lazily, showing little interest in the arrival of the envoys of the Erythar Star System.

They did not even spare them a glance.

The hall was ornately decorated yet vast and empty.

The representatives of the Erythar Star System remained composed, their eyes fixed forward, paying little attention to their surroundings.

As they reached the Crimson Snake Sovereign’s throne, Sharif stepped forward as their representative, formally greeting the emperor and presenting a small diplomatic gift.

"The envoys of the Erythar Star System have traveled far. I am most pleased. Please, take your seats," the Crimson Snake Sovereign said.

His sharp blue eyes swept over them, briefly lingering on Kenny Lin before moving on without much interest.

Before long, the other star systems’ envoys arrived one after another.

This was the first time the nine great star systems had gathered in full, yet no unexpected events occurred.

The meeting remained stiff and uneventful, only touching on one crucial matter before concluding—a matter concerning the alien invaders.

In seven days, the aliens would arrive at Planet Omicron to negotiate the war.

After this announcement, the Crimson Snake Sovereign invited the envoys to an adjacent banquet hall.

By the time they arrived, the banquet was already in full swing.

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