Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 487: A Night of Gods
Chapter 487: A Night of Gods
After a few hours, the Grand Ball was full, with beings still arriving from all corners of Reality Nine.
The grand floating venue buzzed with restrained energy.
Guests moved between the elegant tables, sampling rare delicacies and fine wines while soft music played in the background.
Some were clearly enjoying themselves — laughing, dancing in the open spaces, and admiring the breathtaking architecture and the view of the stronghold below.
Others, however, kept their expressions guarded. Small groups formed in corners, speaking in low voices as they speculated about the true purpose of the event.
A group of high-ranking cultivators from a well-known sect whispered among themselves.
“This can’t just be a celebration,” one murmured.
“I don’t buy that a faction which wiped out a top ten sect is here just to play nice… So why invite us all?”
Another nodded, eyes scanning the raised dais where the Pantheon sat.
“Tsk, maybe they are looking to make amends… or have a show of peace?”
Nearby, a delegation from one of the major clans exchanged uneasy glances.
“If they wanted to talk, they could have sent messengers. This feels like prelude… or a declaration of something….
Among the most important guests, the reactions varied sharply.
—-
Ancestor Sealing stood near one of the balconies, his ancient eyes sweeping over the crowd and the powerful beings seated on the dais.
In this moment, his usual calm had cracked.
He was visibly second-guessing the plan he had agreed to with Lord Alchemy and the Prime Devourer.
Before he knew a bit about the Ineffable Pantheon, but he was mostly going based on the things he was informed.
Now thought, he could see there were simply too many beings here whose power felt equal to his own — or heavier.
The very presence of the Ineffable Pantheon made the thought of sealing Ash feel suddenly far more dangerous than it had in the solitude of his fortress.
He looked over at Lord Alchemy and the Prime Devourer, standing a short distance away, and it was obvious they’d withheld something important.
Their expressions were too detached, like they were faking a moment of realization.
—-
A few steps away, Ancestor Thinking stood quietly, arms folded.
He simply arched a brow, observing everything with detached curiosity. Unlike Sealing, he didn’t seem particularly alarmed — only shocked by the sheer audacity of the event and the power on display.
It was well established that Reality Nine possessed only three Ancestors, each exuding a formidable presence.
However, it must be noted that this Reality was damaged, preventing even the Ancestors from fully manifesting their true power.
This limitation was the very reason Ancestor Seeker’s strength surged upon venturing to the Threshold of Existence.
As the evening advanced and the hall became increasingly congested, a gentle golden light emerged above the central dais, casting an ethereal glow over the gathering.
Elysia materialized in her full form — long golden hair flowing, her presence radiant and commanding.
The music faded as all eyes turned toward her.
She scanned the venue slowly, her golden eyes sweeping across the crowd with calm precision.
She noted the important pieces: Male, standing near the back with a guarded expression; Ancestor Sealing, his ancient face tight with barely concealed unease; Ancestor Seeker, watching with that faint, unreadable smile.
The Merchant, Tyla and Eldrin, positioned carefully among the guests; the Watcher, perched discreetly in a shadowed corner.
The Gambler and many others — powerful figures from across the many realities, all gathered in one place.
A subdued murmur swept through the grand hall as the assembled beings absorbed the sight of yet another stunning figure from the Ineffable Pantheon.
The presence of nearly all its members, save for a few notable absences, was a rare and mesmerizing spectacle, compelling many to gaze in awe.
Whispers punctuated the charged atmosphere.
“Look at her… the beauty of these women is beyond belief.”
“They each resemble… something otherworldly… How can a single faction possess such a beautiful assembly?”
—
Amid the growing chorus of hushed whispers, Elysia’s voice rose with a clarity that sliced through the murmurs, carrying an effortless authority.
“Welcome, everyone, to the first and last Grand Ball of the Ineffable Pantheon.”
She let the silence stretch for a moment, allowing her words to sink in, before speaking again in the same measured, almost offhand tone.
“This gathering is an open invitation to all beings across the vast tapestry of existence. You might see it as the herald of a monumental change… or perhaps the prelude to pure pandemonium.”.”
As she spoke, a subtle smile curved her lips, for she knew this moment marked the beginning of it all.
The Grand Ball, in its grandeur, could be said to serve many purposes—unmasking schemers, dismantling plots, and more.
Yet, in truth, its foremost intent was nothing more than an ostentatious display.
For those intrigued by the mystery of the Ineffable, and even for those who had never given them a thought, tonight would offer revelations they could not ignore.
And with those words, the venue fell into dead silence.
The casual way she spoke — as if discussing the weather — made it impossible for anyone to tell whether she was being serious or playfully menacing.
Elysia’s smile remained gentle as she continued.
“There will be three phases to tonight’s events. The first phase however… the Pantheon will showcase some of our finest.”
With that, the lights in the grand hall dimmed smoothly.
Elysia disappeared in a soft swirl of golden light.
Aurora stepped down from the raised dais and walked gracefully to the center of the ballroom floor.
As she moved, every eye in the venue followed her.
She moved with effortless elegance, her long white-blue hair cascading like a river down her back, catching the dimmed lights in a soft, ethereal glow.
Her gown was a flowing masterpiece of white and pale gold that hugged her figure before flaring gently at the hips, the fabric shimmering with faint, star-like sparkles that seemed to move on their own.
Her golden eyes held a quiet, commanding warmth, and her presence alone made the air feel lighter, as if beauty itself had taken physical form.
The hall fell into a hushed reverence as she reached the center.
Aurora stopped, turning slowly to face the gathered crowd.
With a small, graceful motion of her hand, she summoned a beautiful silver harp that materialized beside her, its strings glowing faintly with divine light.
She spoke, her voice clear, melodic, and carrying effortlessly to every corner of the venue.
“Greetings everyone. I am Aurora Originat, The Goddess of Musical Creation, and the Daughter of… the One.”
She let the words settle for a moment before continuing.
“I’m sure you’ve might’ve heard…. we are not cultivators.” She said with a smile.
“We are not bound by mortal ambition, by a short sighted power system. No, what we are, stands above the very definition of what power should be.”
A ripple of murmurs swept through the crowd, but Aurora carried on without hesitation, her voice steady, but casual as ever.
“A God… is one who has gone beyond all limits — beyond mana, beyond the need to plead with existence for strength.
A God shapes reality instead of being shaped by it, forging their own path, their own rules, and their own destiny.”
With her words complete, she began to play a song for those gathered.
