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All the shops along Skyfire Avenue were open. As they made their way up Skyfire Avenue, one or more people stepped out to greet them with a nod or a stare.
The whole of Skyfire Avenue had a solemn air to it.
It wasn't long before they reached the end of Skyfire Avenue. Just then, a dozen verti-cars appeared in the distance.
They were divided into two groups. One was gold, the other black.
They lined up in two rows, neither giving way to the other. They headed straight for Skyfire Avenue.
They slowed to a stop about fifty meters from the entrance to Skyfire Avenue.
The Wine Master stood at the front of the group on Skyfire Avenue. His eyes were calm and focused, and he made no move to greet them.
Lan Jue stood a short distance behind the Wine Master. When she saw the golden verti-cars, her eyes narrowed. A cold light flashed in them.
Lan Jue stood a short distance behind the Wine Master. When he saw the group disembark from the verti-car, his eyes narrowed. A cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Among that group of people, there were many familiar figures.
Raphael the Angel of Healing, Uriel the Angel of Wisdom, and Gabriel the Messenger of Death. Three of the Six Archangels were present. They stopped in their tracks and retreated to the side, waiting patiently.
In the middle of the group was a bright golden verti-car. A tall, middle-aged man emerged from it. His features were handsome.
When he appeared, he was like the sun itself.
Filled with the aura of light.
The Archangel stepped aside as well.
An old man got out of the car.
He wore a white robe embroidered with gold, and a crown on his head. He held a platinum scepter in his hand. As he stepped from the car, the clergy who'd left the Pontiff's Citadel before him bowed in respect.
The old man looked very ordinary, as if he was just an ordinary old man, but his eyes were so deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.
Faint chants of Sanskrit arose as he appeared.
The sky above his head seemed to become exceptionally bright.
On the other side.
A group of people alighted from the black verti-car.
Their attire and temperament were like the colors of their high-altitude verti-cars: pitch-black, dark green, and dark red.
A man with a sturdy build came down from a black flying car at the very front. He had silver-grey hair and yellow eyes. His pupils were actually vertical, which made him look very scary.
Under his black leather clothes, his bulging muscles looked as if they would burst out of his clothes at any time.
Behind him.
It was an enchanting woman dressed in a dark green robe.
She wore a large cloak that almost covered half of her face, but her figure was extremely voluptuous. She was also abnormally tall, actually taller than 1.9 meters.
He held a scepter in his hand.
The scepter itself was like a giant snake. The head of the scepter was its tongue, and the two snake eyes were inlaid with green gems.
Compared to the wild aura of the man in front of her, she seemed to have a gloomy aura.
Behind him was a tall and slender man in a tuxedo who was dressed very exquisitely.
A dark red tuxedo, a black bow tie, and a white shirt.
His hair was as smooth as a mirror, and his face was pale.
His eyes were light red, and he was handsome and full of gentlemanly demeanor.
After the three of them alighted, they retreated to the side and waited quietly.
Someone came down from the black high-altitude verti-car in the center.
It was a man with an extremely handsome appearance. He was no less handsome than the man who had alighted from the carriage before the Pope. He was tall and well-built, and he wore a long, pitch-black robe. There were countless red lines on the robe that formed a strange pattern.
What was even more strange was that his eyes were completely black. There were no white pupils. His entire eye sockets were completely covered in darkness, like two abysses that made people want to fall into them.
After getting off, he took two steps back. Then, another person came down from the black high-altitude verti-car.
It was a young man with a medium build.
At least, compared to the man who came down before him, he didn't look that eye-catching.
He was dressed in a dark gold suit. His features weren't particularly handsome, and his eyes were black and white. His hair was red, and his eyes were black. However, if you looked closely, you'd see that his pupils were black as well.
As soon as he got off the car, the sky around him darkened. The sun was no longer as clear, and the temperature around him plummeted.
The young man and the white-robed man exchanged a glance.
The white-robed man's eyes were warm, but the young man's were cold.
Neither said a word. Surrounded by their entourage, they made their way to Skyfire Avenue.
When they emerged from the line of cars, they walked in unison. The rest of the group fell behind, and they made their way to the other side.
The Wine Master took a few steps forward, until he was out of Skyfire Avenue. His eyes were as calm as ever.
It wasn't long before the two opposing groups came to a stop not far in front of him. The white-robed man and the dark-eyed young man stopped.
"It's been a long time," the Wine Master said, his voice calm.
The dark-eyed young man was the first to speak, but his voice was strangely old. "Yes!
Long time no see.
But why are you alone today?
Do you think me and the old swindler can't make you three come out together? "
The Wine Master's expression didn't change. "The Clairvoyant is waiting for you two at the Museum."
The white-robed man smiled. "Thank you."
The Wine Master stepped aside, and gestured for them to enter. "Please." He didn't address either of them first. He knew that these two sides were as incompatible as fire and water.
The white-robed man was the Pontiff, and the dark-eyed young man was the ruler of the Dark Citadel, the Demon King Satan.
The two Citadels had never had an apple or a pie in the sky. They had always been rivals.
However, they were also part of the Western Alliance.
Lan Jue followed the Wine Master to the side. The three Archangels behind the Pontiff saw her, and their expressions were unnatural.
Michael, the Angel of War, hadn't come with them. Clearly he hadn't recovered.
To the three Archangels, however, Lan Jue didn't seem affected at all.
Why wouldn't they be surprised?
In front of the three Archangels was a particularly handsome man. He was, of course, second only to the Pontiff, the Archangel Metatron.
He looked at Lan Jue with interest, then smiled and nodded to Lan Jue.
Lan Jue returned his smile.
As they entered Skyfire Avenue, the Pontiff smiled. "It's been a long time since I've been here.
Is that how I should address you, Wine Master? "
The Wine Master nodded. "It's just a formality."
Satan's voice was cold. "That's right!
I've known him as the old swindler for so many years.
Both of us want to kill each other, but we had no choice but to come here together.
I heard the Arcana geezer went to the Pontiff's Citadel to cause trouble. Why didn't he blow it all up? "
The Pontiff's Citadel's people glared at Satan.
The Dark Citadel's experts weren't going to back down.
The Pontiff lifted his scepter, and the crowd quieted.
"Satan, our problems should be solved in the Western League.
We're visitors, we shouldn't offend our host. "The Pontiff's voice was soft.
Satan chortled. "It looks like I shouldn't call you a swindler, I should call you a hypocrite."
The Wine Master watched from the other side of the Pontiff, but didn't say a word.
He didn't think this conversation between the Pontiff and Satan meant a showdown between them. If it did, they wouldn't be here on Skyfire Avenue.
The ancient Skyfire Museum's doors were wide open. Eight young attendants stood outside, clad in white. The Clairvoyant stood calmly at the main entrance, his white robes inlaid with a variety of precious stones.
His wizened face was adorned with a warm smile.
When they saw him, the Pontiff and Satan's eyes widened.
There were seven Paragons in the three Major Leagues, and the one standing before them was the highest ranked.
Each Paragon had their own title, and the Clairvoyant's was known as the Eye of Tomorrow.
There were ten known Paragons in the Conclave.
The first two were in seclusion. The Eye of Tomorrow was third.
The fourth and fifth belonged to the Northern Alliance. They were also Paragons of the Major Leagues.
The Pontiff was sixth, and was known as the Hand of God.
Satan was seventh, and was known as the Demon King.
Eighth was the Arcane Magnate, the Keeper who oversaw the Skyfire Avenue Library.
In ninth place was the Cosmagus, the Wine Master.
Tenth on the list was the Astral Phantom that had tried to assassinate Lan Qing.
He didn't belong to any of the Major Leagues, but to himself. The Greatest Assassin.
Every Paragon had their own specialties, but the Clairvoyant was recognized by all.
The Clairvoyant, who looked like he had one foot in the grave, was stronger than the Pontiff and Satan. He was also the strongest of the seven Paragons who supported the three Major Leagues.
"It's been a long time, old friends." The Clairvoyant smiled.
The Pontiff inclined his head. "Long time no see, Your Majesty the Eye of Tomorrow."
Satan nodded. His face was grave and stern, and he seemed somewhat arrogant. However, there seemed to be something else in his eyes.
"Please, come in." The Clairvoyant turned and led the way inside.
The Pontiff, Satan, and the Wine Master followed behind him. The others followed further behind.
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