Across the vast emptiness of space, a colossal Interstellar Warship was traversing through at high speeds.
The Inhabitants of this particular Warship had left behind the World of Cultivation, gradually watching as it beca a tiny blip in the periphery of their visions as the expansive and shining space opened itself up before them.
The Interstellar Warship was being piloted by the Void Firnt Realm Elders, with the powerful Elder Spacewarp in the lead as they released their unique auras that were attuned with the void to travel through space.
This was what the realm above Saint signified, a breakthrough where one beca stupendously powerful enough to be able to traverse through space, the length only being dependent on how abundant their energies were.
Many different powers throughout the universe held their own nas and terms to signify the levels of strength, but they all gradually converged and beca more similar as the ranks went higher.
The Cultivators called the rank above Saint to be the Void Firnt Realm, while Noah already had the knowledge of the next rank above Saint would simply be called the Void Rank by his own System. The Celestials had an even simpler way to break apart the levels of power, with a Rank 3 Celestial encapsulating the ranks of Transcendent and Saint, while a Rank 4 Celestial encompassed the Void Rank, and the rank above it once one reached the peak of Rank 4 Celestial.
The Celestial Disciple Drax was currently at the peak of Rank 3, having vigorous strength at the Saint Rank, but the woman with a serene expression and calculating eyes that was Athena...she was most definitely not a Rank 3 Celestial.
This ant that at the least, the War Princess Athena was an Initial Stage Rank 4 Celestial, making her stably standing in the Void Rank!
This was the true genius that the disciples spread out around the Interstellar Warship could only stare at from afar as they talked to one another.
Noah continued to scour through the many mories dealing with this deadly figure, trying his best to understand why she was given the title of War Princess by an organization as powerful as the Celestials themselves.
His thoughts were interrupted as William slowly neared his position and spoke coldly.
"I’m glad my junior brother was finally able to break past his restrictions and enter the Saint Realm, but are you sure you are competent enough to not embarrass yourself and the sect in front of the eyes of many major powers?"
His voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, those that were near being able to hear it as Noah turned his head and looked at this young genius of the Profound Astral Sect. His voice languidly ca out as he spoke calmly.
"I know I did so horrible things in the past, causing many of the things that happened between us, but I am prepared to leave all of these behind."
His eyes gazed towards the floating stars that could be seen outside the ship as he continued.
"My father agreed with this line of thought and even asked to be the first one to reach out to you, so I will do so now. Let us put behind us our bad history as we move forward."
His words were roughly sothing a changed Crixus that had broken through and regained his genius would say, but they more so ca from Noah himself as he didn’t want this genius of the Profound Astral Sect to continue butting heads with him, nor possibly do sothing stupid like co for his life.
The Crixus that he had problems with was long dead, being given a much-deserved rest after living such horrendous years of cris that he did not have to be taken accountable for. He knew the character of William, and thus wanted to spare the being an early death in case he decided to move against the body that he was currently wearing.
The Shining Son listened to these words in shock as he did not even know what to say, his gaze changing to confusion as he moved away and went towards the party of five Celestial Disciples.
Noah continued to observe the starry space around the Interstellar Warship as they traversed through the stars at high speeds, his awareness spread out as he observed every single movent that the Celestial Disciples were making while even more of his thoughts were on the First Hell of the Infernal Realms that he was about to delve into.
His preparations were abundant and he was not worried, but it would not hurt to make even more back up plans while taking into account the new arrivals. He continued to calculate in his mind as the hours passed, the ship they were on continuing to shoot through the gorgeous scenes of stars all around them.
Soon enough, they began to observe movents aside from their ship as more and more vessels moving through space began to appear, heading towards the sa direction that they were heading in.
These were the sh.i.p.s from various powers of Pri Worlds and higher worlds that sent their disciples and trainees towards this Infernal Hunt. A sense of pride welled up within the disciples of the Profound Astral Sect as they found to their surprise that their ship was among the largest ones they could see.
Awe and amazent continued to bloom as a grandiose scene of Interstellar Warsh.i.p.s traversed through space towards a singular location- the doorway that led to the First Realm of Hell.
Another few hours passed as they continued, and soon enough they began to see a shining red light begin to encompass their entire field of vision as they neared a stupendous and unimaginable sight.
The multitude of sh.i.p.s carrying powerful beings all continued to congregate towards this shining red light as the scene gradually beca clear to the eyes.
In front of them, the outline of a ridiculously large door looking structure stood alone in space!
The outline of the door was surrounded by searing red flas, its entire existence looking completely out of the norm as it blazed powerfully in space. It was so humongous in size that many of the large Interstellar Sh.i.p.s congregating towards it could not even compare in size, only being 1/10 the size of the flaming gateway in front of them.
This was the doorway leading to the First Realm of Hell!
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