After the Sword Guard left, the Ancestral Sword Master fell into deep thought.
He knew that only someone strong could sit in his seat.
Since he was a Caelum Ancestral God, the aura he left behind was terrifying. Only powerhouses ranked higher than the Ancestral God Rank could withstand his seat. However, the Sword Guard told him the person had only reached the Divine Rank.
It was impossible. If someone managed to sit in his seat, there would only be one possibility. Whoever it was shared the same power as him.
The Ancestral Sword Master knew that James was related to him in some way. It was just that he had no idea how so.
He did not continue to ponder on this as he closed his eyes and took a rest.
Meanwhile, at the venue of the Sacred Blossom, everyone had stopped discussing James. All living beings present were taking a rest.
As time passed, more living beings arrived at the venue. Aside from the core area, everywhere else was filled to the brim.
The buds of the Sacred Blossom were in mid-air. James kept his eyes on them. They were huge, approximately the size of a basket, and blossomed with colorful glare.
Meanwhile, the space below the Sacred Blossom was magical. There was a mass of magical mud, and it was floating in mid-air without falling.
When James was confused about it, the buds of the Sacred Blossom changed.
A ray of light shot up to the sky from the Sacred Blossom. Following the ray of white light, the buds transformed and a radiant flower bloomed.
The Sacred Blossom bloomed in an instant. The moment it bloomed, countless Paths were summoned in this area which was filled with rules and sigils.
James stared at the Sacred Blossom.
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