Chapter 3107

In the Heaven Palace, Callide sensed that the aura emanating from Severin was simultaneously as vast the sky and ocean but as indiscernible as that of a mortal. Tremors of terror gripped her, as she knew that he had far surpassed the realm of a cultivator who had attained the perfect-stage royal celestial. It was no exaggeration to say that Severin could obliterate a royal celestial with a mere thought. Balke, Libra, and Creatia shared Callide's apprehension. To them, Severin embodied the very essence of the path—intangible, silent, abstruse, incomprehensible, and undetectable. As the imperial robe adorned Severin, Balke and the others bowed in reverence. "Long live the Celestial Sovereign!" they chanted in unison. A subtle wave of fortune floated toward the heavenly heart imprint as Severin acknowledged their worship with a satisfied smile. He raised his hand and lifted them effortlessly with an unseen force. With a thunderous voice that resonated in their ears, Severin proclaimed