Everything that was recorded in The Book of the Ultimate was happening again.

  All of the musicians were stunned. Amid their silence, the ceremony had already entered its final moments.

  Three indistinct shadows climbed onto the high platform before the stone cauldron. This situation had the smell of a catastrophe in the making.

  One could vaguely make out that they were an old man, a woman, and a thin youth.

  Standing on the deck, Ye Qingxuan's eyes jumped around wildly as he watched the scene unfold.

  He didn't know the old man or the woman, but the young man's silhouette seemed familiar. Moreover, upon seeing the unmistakable double-snake emblem on the back of his hand, he suddenly realized who it was.

  Do you get yourself mixed up in everything, boss?

  In the illusion of the Ultimate, the sacrifice had already begun.

  The three people each revealed the true nature of their sacrifices.

  The first was black gold, symbolizing the power and glory of kingship. The second was frankincense, symbolizing indestructible divinity. And the third was myrrh, symbolizing original sin and death. Humanity was trying to establish a golden era!

  These three people were without doubt the incarnations of the three Wise Men.

  Before everyone's eyes, the old man known as Tung Wang Kung placed his black gold into the Sacred Cauldron. Behind him, someone dressed in black proclaimed the first commandment: "Obey fate, everything passes from birth into death."

  Next was the woman, who must have been Nibelungenlied, who placed her frankincense into the cauldron. Behind her, someone dressed in red read out an unbreakable vow, "Human strength is limited, stay within your limits."

  Finally, the young man smiled brightly and inserted the myrrh that symbolized original sin and death. Behind him, someone in yellow made the last oath, "Be in awe of aether, only the Originator is eternal."

  A roar loud enough to split heaven and earth emerged from the cauldron.

  The musicians began to tremble.

  The oaths that the Three Kings had taken and the oaths that the musicians had taken on the day that they became apprentices resonated in the sacred cauldron. In the chaos, it seemed like countless beams of light were soaring into the sky.

  The silver light that shrouded the Ultimate began to boil and spread in all directions, revealing the islands and huge, complex cities within. After being seen for a moment, the cities were once again shrouded in fog along with countless other illusions.

  Soon, only the mighty sound of a bell rang out from the cauldron.

  In that moment everyone's expression changed.

  This was because a roar was emitted from the Asgardian sea fortress. Amid the ear-piercing battle alarm, countless huge gun barrels were raised. They pointed in all directions with an unmistakable intent to kill.

  And among the clouds, Scepters began to reveal themselves, particularly above the fortress. This placed the fortress within the Scepter's area of influence, turning ordinary iron into something miraculous.

  "You have until I count to ten to leave this place……"

  A bolt of crisscrossing lightning rose from the sea fortress. The Second Emperor looked down on everyone indifferently, his single eye radiating scorching sunlight.

  "……or else the punishment of Asgard will come down from the sky!"

  The situation was becoming more dangerous by the moment.

  Not caring that it would make an enemy of everyone, Asgard had revealed its intention to obtain the Ultimate at all costs, and was forcing everyone to leave.

  If the Ultimate had just been the normal remains of a catastrophe, then the nations would fight and haggle over it, but the final result would be that it would be divided up and shared equally. The only question would be who would get the most out of it.

  But in the image that everyone had just seen, the information that had been revealed about the Ultimate raised its importance even higher.

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  In all of history, the appearance of the remains of a catastrophe had never led to a gathering of the spirits of the kings, not to mention the shadows of the Cauldron of the Ultimate and the three Wise Men.

  Without a doubt, the Ultimate held a position of great importance within the Great Originator. That which was hidden inside it was definitely not something as simple as raw power, there must be a deeper secret.

  Even if it meant going to war with all the other powers gathered there, the Asgardians had no choice but to obtain the Ultimate. Not only did the Second Emperor's position depend on it, but it was also enough to determine the fate of the West for several hundred years.

  As the most powerful nation in the history of the West, Asgard could not share something so important with the other powers.

  That left them with two options.

  Either leave, or fight.

  "What do we do, Your Highness?" asked Mable. "What do we do?"

  Ye Qingxuan tapped the Staff of Fate on the ground, his face expressionless. "Do you still need me to teach you?"

  Rumble!

  A low, lingering sound rang out between the iron staff and the deck. A brilliant radiance sprang up out of Ye Qingxuan's head, becoming a gorgeous and majestic halo. It swept away like a burning golden Firebird, transforming into a blazing sun.

  The music of the Chapter of Golden Victory filled the air. It went into the first Pomp and Circumstance March, ringing out between the sea and the sky.

  Just then, a bird's cry rose up from above the water. A giant phoenix hatched from an egg of flame. It rested above the Royal Navy as it slowly spread out its burning wings, sending wild tides through the nine levels of the Sea of Aether.

  A Heaven Ladder descended from the sky, connecting to the bestial form of the phoenix. The music of the Golden Chapter of Victory infused the phoenix, draping it in the majestic garments of the Firebird.

  This was one of the first uses of the Net of Aether. Under Ye Qingxuan's command the phoenix's form began to transform wildly, until finally it rose up from the Sea of Aether and broke into the realm of aether as its pieces began to come together.

  It even temporarily entered into where the Scepters were!

  The Royal Navy's symphony began, resonating between dozens of musicians. All of the power was entrusted to Mabel, who made the phoenix even more nimble, and more furious.