Chapter 1211: The Envoy

After finishing our tour of Abor, the four of us finally returned to the center of the capital. The enormous city stretched beneath us as we moved toward its heart, and before long, the largest structure on the entire planet came into view.

The Absolute Palace stood at the center of the capital like a monument to everything we had built. Its outer walls were made from materials that shimmered with faint energy, while countless formations had been embedded into every section of the structure.

Several enormous towers rose from the palace grounds, each serving a different purpose, and a massive courtyard surrounded the central palace where thousands of cultivators could gather if necessary.

It was not overly decorated, but there was an unmistakable majesty to it. This was not simply a palace built for someone to live in. It was the central authority of the Absolute organization.

As we landed at the entrance, Steve looked toward the enormous doors and spread his arms with a grin.

"Well, Your Majesty, welcome home."

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he immediately laughed.

"What? You can’t tell me you weren’t expecting something like this. You’re the king of Abor now, Billion. You need a palace."

"I never asked for one."

"That didn’t stop Primus," North said with a smile. "He insisted that if you were going to be the leader of the organization, you needed somewhere appropriate to receive important guests."

Vivi looked up at the palace with obvious interest. "Do I have a room here?"

"You already have several rooms here," Steve replied.

I smiled as we walked through the entrance. There was something strangely comforting about seeing this place after everything I had experienced in the Null Realm.

We had barely stepped outside again when Steve suddenly stopped.

He looked toward me, then slapped his forehead lightly. "Ah, right. I almost forgot."

"What?"

"There was a message for you."

"What message?"

He finally became serious. "An envoy arrived from Prime Galaxy. Apparently, the Council wants you at their next meeting."

"An envoy?"

"Yes. He’s been waiting here for some time." Steve paused before adding, "And before you meet him, there’s something you should know. He’s a Saint from the Dragon race, and he’s... well, arrogant."

North gave Steve an unimpressed look.

"Arrogant is putting it mildly," she said. "He’s been throwing his weight around since he arrived. He apparently thinks that because he’s representing Prime Galaxy, everyone here should immediately bow their heads."

Steve shrugged. "He has been complaining about how long he’s been forced to stay on Abor. He called this place a backwater planet, if I remember correctly."

I couldn’t help but smile faintly.

"Where is he?"

"Waiting inside in the guest hall."

We walked in the guest hall, and I soon saw the envoy standing several dozen meters away. He was a tall man with dark golden scales covering portions of his face and neck, while two short horns protruded from his forehead.

His body radiated the powerful aura of a Saint, and several people from the palace were standing at a respectful distance from him. The moment his eyes landed on me, however, his expression changed.

He looked me up and down before giving a cold snort.

"So you finally decided to appear."

I stopped.

Steve’s expression immediately became amused, while North glanced toward me and quietly sighed. Vivi simply tilted her head, apparently curious about what would happen next.

The Dragon Saint folded his arms across his chest. "Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you? I was sent here from Prime Galaxy to bring you to the Council, yet you disappeared for so long without even bothering to inform anyone. I have wasted enough of my time in this miserable place."

I said nothing.

Perhaps my silence encouraged him, because his expression became even more unpleasant.

"Don’t misunderstand your position. I am not some messenger you can casually ignore. The Council summoned you, and when a Council summons someone, they are expected to appear. Instead, I was forced to travel all the way here and wait on this insignificant planet while you apparently wandered around doing whatever you pleased."

I simply looked at the Dragon Saint.

He continued, seemingly unaware that he had already crossed a line.

"You may have some reputation in the Blue Spiral Galaxy, but don’t let it get to your head. The Council is filled with Saints and Demigods who have existed for countless years. Whatever achievements you have made here do not give you the right to waste the time of the Prime Galaxy Council."

I honestly did not feel like wasting my time with this old man.

There was a brief silence. Then I released my aura. I simply stopped suppressing my existence.

The atmosphere around the palace changed instantly.

The Dragon Saint’s expression froze.

His body trembled violently as an invisible pressure descended upon him. The arrogance that had filled his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by disbelief and then pure horror. His knees buckled beneath him, and before he could even understand what was happening, he was forced down onto the ground.

The stone beneath his feet cracked.

His entire body shook uncontrollably as he struggled to raise his head and look at me.

What he saw was enough to destroy the last trace of confidence in his expression.

My existence felt like an endless abyss to him.

The difference between us was no longer something that could be measured by cultivation levels or realms. He was a Saint, yet in front of me, his body and soul instinctively recognized that he was facing something far beyond what he could resist.

His breathing became ragged.

"Y-You..."

He could barely form the words. I continued looking at him without expression.

"Continue," I said calmly. "You were saying something."

His face went pale.

"I... I apologize."

His voice had completely changed. The arrogance was gone.

"I spoke without understanding the situation. Please forgive me."

I withdrew a portion of my aura, allowing him to breathe again, though I kept enough pressure around him to remind him of the difference between us.

The Dragon Saint immediately lowered his head.

"I sincerely apologize, Lord Billion. I should not have spoken to you that way."

I watched him for a few seconds before finally allowing the remaining pressure to disappear.

He slowly stood, though his legs were still trembling.

"I was instructed to escort you to the Council meeting," he said carefully. "If you are willing, I would be honored to accompany you to Prime Galaxy."

I was about to answer when a familiar presence suddenly appeared behind us. A gentle but immense aura descended over the area, and I immediately recognized it.

I turned around.

Defender Aurora had arrived.

She stood several meters away, her calm expression carrying the same quiet authority I had become accustomed to seeing from her. The Dragon Saint’s body stiffened the moment he sensed her presence, and whatever little confidence remained in him disappeared completely.

Aurora’s eyes moved from him to me.

Then she smiled faintly.

"It seems I arrived at an interesting time."