Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2960

King Luther did not dare to display any arrogance before the regally-dressed figure. Though they were both royal celestials, Oliver Brooker was a ruler hailing from a lineage beyond that realm. King Luther could not help but shiver as he recalled the tumultuous clash in the devil realm of yore. Had he not capitulated swiftly, he might have met the same fate as the heavenly emperor.

Upon hearing that, Oliver's eyes gleamed with the radiance of the sun and moon as several eras passed by before his eyes. He swiftly gleaned the secrets of heaven from the flow of time on the chessboard, demonstrating that King Luther had been telling the truth. "Yes, it does seem so. In that case, you should make haste and answer them. Perhaps they have encountered an enemy while seeking the fragments of the celestial realm," Oliver remarked, setting down a chess piece with a faint smile.

Fragments of the celestial realm dated back from the ancient days when Armin sliced the heavens with his divine blade, the celestial realm's river of time was split in half and its secrets remained shrouded. The celestial realm now lay divided into thirds, with those who invaded the western devil continent soon plummeting into the abyss of the devil realm.

The mere thought of Armin left even a preeminent quasi-royal celestial like Oliver feeling a chill down his spine. Despite their status as royal celestials, they had spent countless eras scouring realms beyond, seeking the remnants of the celestial realm in hopes of restoring it and exacting a bloodthirsty vengeance upon all living beings.

It hardly crossed Oliver's mind that something so momentous would happen that day.

King Luther swiftly placed a finger on the area between his eyebrows, projecting a sliver of consciousness from his upper energy core into the quaking river before him. Then, his soul traversed across a myriad of eras as he glanced across the past, present, and future.

Finally, he pinpointed the source of the summons amidst the boundless chaos and followed the flow of time to its origin.

King Luther found himself enveloped in the essence and blood of true immortality. A majestic force formed his corporeal being while the vast pressure of heaven and earth burst forth from his body. Sensing that his strength was only less than ten thousandth of what it was at his peak and was—at most—a mid-stage true immortal, he frowned slightly and felt a little dissatisfied.