Timeless Assassin Chapter 1039 Gathering

(A Couple Days Later, Planet Helion-6, Righteous Faction Encampnt)

The atmosphere on Planet Helion-6 had grown even more tense over the past two days, as thousands of soldiers remained stationed across the rocky plains surrounding the central encampnt, their armor gleaming faintly beneath the pale sky while defensive formations stretched outward in several rings around the single reinforced tent at the heart of the operation.

Yet despite their overwhelming numbers, no one spoke loudly.

No one relaxed.

Because sothing had begun to happen.

The Gods were arriving.

It happened without warning.

One mont the air above the encampnt was empty.

The next-

*BOOM*

A thunderous pressure slamd down across the battlefield as if the sky itself had cracked open, and when the soldiers lifted their heads in shock, a figure was already standing there.

A God.

Long purple robes drifted behind him as if touched by an invisible wind, while faint currents of power rippled outward from his body, bending the air itself as he began walking calmly toward the central

tent.

No guards attempted to stop him.

No one even dared to move.

Because every soldier present knew exactly who he was.

The Yu Clan God.

Yu Kiro.

Among the thousands of warriors standing guard across the encampnt was a high-ranking Commander from the Yu Clan army, and the mont he felt that terrifying aura descend upon the planet, his body reacted before his mind could even process what was happening.

His knees struck the ground instantly.

"My Lord!" the Commander shouted as he bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the stone beneath him.

Around him, dozens of nearby soldiers hurried to follow suit, dropping to one knee in hurried salutes as the God of their clan passed through the encampnt.

Yu Kiro did not slow down.

He did not acknowledge them.

He did not even glance in their direction.

The God simply walked forward with quiet authority, each of his movents calm, effortless, and terrifying.

Because even though Yu Kiro was not actively releasing his aura, the re presence of a True God distorted the surrounding space like an invisible weight pressing down upon everything nearby.

The kneeling Commander could feel it in his bones.

His breathing grew shallow.

Sweat gathered along his temples.

Even after Yu Kiro had already passed him, the pressure lingered in

the air like the aftermath of a lightning strike.

"Just how powerful is the Lord?" he muttered quietly, before lifting his

head slowly to watch Yu Kiro disappear into the central tent.

As only after Yu Kiro vanished inside, did the suffocating pressure begin to fade.

"By the heavens..." he whispered.

Around him, the other soldiers slowly rose to their feet again, their

expressions tense as they exchanged uneasy glances.

Because everyone understood the sa thing.

Yu Kiro had arrived.

Which ant the rumors were real.

Whatever was hidden inside that tent...

Was important enough to summon the Gods themselves.

And if one God had already appeared-

Then the others were surely not far behind.

Over the next twenty minutes, one after another, the remaining Great Clan Gods arrived on Planet Helion-6, each of them entering the central tent with an evident frown on their faces, as though they preferred being anywhere in the universe at this mont, than here, yet were compelled to attend this gathering.

Inside the reinforced structure, the atmosphere was heavy with quiet tension as the most powerful figures of the Righteous Faction slowly took their seats around the circular table positioned at the center of

the chamber.

Mu Shen had already arrived.

Ru Vassa sat quietly beside him with her arms folded, her sharp eyes occasionally drifting toward the entrance as if asuring every

movent in the room.

Du Trask leaned back in his chair with a relaxed posture that did little

to hide the predatory patience behind his gaze, while Lu Han sat calmly with his fingers interlocked before him, silently observing the

others.

Yu Kiro had already taken his place as well, his expression unreadable as he remained seated without speaking, the faint aura of his presence lingering across the room like an invisible current.

For several minutes the assembled Gods said nothing, each of them

waiting quietly for the final participant to arrive.

As eventually, the tent entrance shifted once more, and Kaelith

stepped inside.

The mont the Eternal Sovereign entered the chamber, several pairs of eyes turned toward him almost imdiately.

The first thing many of them noticed was his right eye.

The wound left behind by Soron's strike had worsened slightly since

their last gathering, as faint dark veins had begun spreading across the white surface of the eye, subtle but unmistakable signs that the Origin Poison had begun its slow work.

It was not severe.

Not yet.

But the mark was there.

A quiet reminder of the price Kaelith had paid during his clash with

Soron.

Despite that, the Eternal Sovereign carried himself exactly as he

always had.

Calm.

Composed.

And utterly nacing.

His origin daggers clutched firmly in his hands as he walked across

the chamber and took the final empty seat at the table, offering each

of the gathered Gods a brief nod of acknowledgnt as he settled into place.

For a mont after he sat down, no one spoke.

The silence stretched across the chamber as the last of the Righteous Faction's highest powers gathered together beneath the sa roof.

Then Mu Shen leaned forward slightly.

"Well," he said calmly, his voice breaking the quiet tension that had

settled over the room.

"Looks like everyone's here."

His gaze moved slowly across the table before resting briefly on

Kaelith.

"The only question now is..."

"...will Mauriss take the bait?" The words hung in the air like a challenge.

Kaelith t his gaze without hesitation.

"Give it a couple of hours," Kaelith replied calmly.

"I'm quite certain we'll see the Deceiver here sooner or later."

No one responded imdiately.

Instead the chamber fell quiet once more as the assembled Gods

waited patiently, their attention subtly shifting toward the entrance

of the tent.

The trap had been prepared.

Now all that remained....

Was to see whether Mauriss would walk into it, or not.