Chapter 594: . Turning point, the one standing at the pinnacle of the stars (2)

Book 594: The Turning Tide, and the One Who Stands Atop the Stars

The colossal vessel, gleaming with the astral insignia, ground to a slow halt as it pressed close to the planet’s surface. Lin

Even a mere pause from this titan, which represented the supreme strategic weapon of the Hundred Star Sectors,

sent ripples crashing through the starry expanse, a concussive force potent enough to easily crush a twelfth-rank martial expert of superior standing.

Many at the banquet lost their footing in the swell of those undulating waves, their figures cut in postures of utter disarray.

Yet this did not dampen their fervor in the slightest; far from harboring any resentment, an inexplicable sense of honor bloomed within their breasts.

At long last, the starship came to a complete standstill.

Immediately following, beneath the gaze of ten thousand expectant eyes, the lower hatchways of the vessel ground open.

A thick shaft of cerulean light shot straight down from the ship's underbelly, stretching all the way to the space directly above the banquet grounds.

This single act instantly elevated the already feverish emotions of the Lairshas clan, led by Wells, to a whole new tier.

The moment a silhouette materialized within that blue pillar of light, nearly everyone at the banquet venue held their breath in unison.

Several figures came into view within the azure beam.

At their head was an elder of medium build with pale blue skin, his crown adorned with two long, slender antennae.

Behind him followed two robust men of cold expression, each radiating a terrifying aura that made the breath catch in one's throat.

Yet compared to the blue-bearded elder, the aura they carried seemed entirely negligible.

Staring directly at the former gave everyone the sudden illusion of looking straight into the vastness of the entire starry sky.

Without a shadow of a doubt, that blue-bearded elder was the legendary supreme ruler of the Hundred Star Sectors—the Grand Sector Governor himself!

The blue-bearded elder stepped down along the light beam, advancing toward the center of the grounds pace by pace.

Every soul at the banquet bowed down in humble reverence, including that thirteenth-rank martial expert enshrined as a guardian by the Lairshas clan.

Some even trembled slightly, unable to contain the sheer excitement and euphoria coursing through their veins.

Setting aside his status as the Grand Sector Governor of the Hundred Star Sectors, the mere title of a fourteenth-rank martial expert was enough for this entire

expanse of stars to welcome him in solemn deference.

Finally, the blue-bearded elder stepped fully onto the banquet floor.

His gaze swept across the crowd below.

Every person caught in the path of his eyes lowered their head deeply, without exception.

He seemed to be searching for something.

Suddenly, his gaze halted at a certain position, and a smile broke across his face.

As if he had found it.

"I heard the new patriarch of the Lairshas clan succeeds to the throne today. I have come specially to offer my congratulations. Arriving uninvited, I trust I am not intruding."

The blue-bearded elder spoke.

His voice carried a strange, resonant drone that fell upon the ears of everyone present, causing countless souls to shudder.

The moment his words fell, every member of the Lairshas clan erupted into a frenzy of excitement.

Ecstasy washed over their faces one after another.

Reality was ten thousand times more delightful than anything they could have imagined.

The inexplicably noble Grand Sector Governor of legend had actually come for their Lairshas clan.

He had come specifically to congratulate the transition of the Lairshas clan's patriarchate.

For a mere sector clan like theirs, by what virtue or merit did they deserve this?!

But that no longer mattered.

Every heart knew one thing—

The Lairshas clan, beginning from this very day, was about to usher in an unprecedented era of glory.

Countless guests at the banquet turned their gazes toward a single individual.

Envy and admiration were written plain upon their faces.

And Wells, the focal point upon whom those countless gazes converged, the one chosen by the Council of Elders to be the next heir of the clan, was at this moment

overflowing with an unparalleled surge of excitement.

He straightened his chest once more.

All so that he might perform more flawlessly before this supreme figure standing in front of him.

Mavis, standing beside him, also clenched the hem of her skirt in sheer excitement.

She hadn't chosen wrong.

She really hadn't chosen wrong.

To think the Lairshas clan could actually boast a connection with the legendary Grand Sector Governor.

As the future helmsman of the Lairshas clan and the fiancée of Wells, she too would become a queen of the new era!

"No—no intrusion at all."

Wells fought to keep his voice from trembling, utterly unable to suppress the raging torrent of excitement in his heart.

"The arrival of the Grand Sector Governor is the supreme honor of our entire Lairshas clan!

How could it ever be called an intrusion."

Wells executed a universal astral courtesy toward the blue-bearded elder with the most textbook movements of his life.

Exerting every ounce of his ability, he strove to play the role of a great clan leader to perfection.

"As long as it is no intrusion, then."

The blue-bearded elder nodded slowly, then, with a smile, stepped down from on high, walking toward Wells pace by pace.

Watching the elder approach step by step, Wells felt every single cell in his body quiver with excitement.

He saw the blue-bearded elder extend both hands toward him, and he hurriedly raised his own hands, striding forward to meet him.

He was about to...

usher in the most glorious moment of his life, and indeed, in the entire history of the Lairshas clan.

All the elders of the Lairshas clan also watched him with an excitement they could scarcely contain, anticipating the arrival of that great and historic

moment.

Finally, the blue-bearded elder came to a stop right in front of Wells.

And just as their hands were on the verge of brushing together, and Wells had even bent his torso halfway down, preparing to receive this "gracious clasp" with the highest protocol.

The blue-bearded elder drifted softly right through Wells's body.

Then he stepped directly before Saya, who stood not far behind Wells, and gently took his hands.

A benevolent, gentle smile blossomed across the elder's face, and he spoke: "Congratulations, young man.

The starry sky shall also remember this moment."

Wells remained frozen in place, locked in his posture of half-kneeling with an outstretched hand.

His smile too was frozen on his face, like a sculpture.

"Uh—"

Saya, whose hands were held by the blue-bearded elder, was left in a state of utter and complete bewilderment.

He stood dazed on the spot, unable to react to this sudden, aberrant turn of events for a long while.

And he was far from the only one who was utterly confounded.

Every single person across the entire banquet hall was struck dumb; for a fleeting moment, their minds even reeled with a faint sensation of vertigo.

Many even doubted whether everything unfolding before their eyes was real.

They rubbed their eyes with all their might.

What were they witnessing?

The supreme ruler of the hundred great star sectors, the fourteenth-rank Grand Star Governor himself, had actually chosen that discarded failure whom the Lelsas family had abandoned?!

What the hell!

This had to be a mistake.

It must be a mistake!

"Lord Grand Star Governor!"

Bosi, an elder of the Lelsas family who had finally snapped back to his senses, could not help but point at Saya, speaking out in an anxious, urgent voice: "He—he is not our family's new patriarch!"

"Oh?"

The blue-bearded elder turned his head, casting a fleeting glance at Bosi, and said indifferently: "Could it be that there is a second person named Saya Lelsas in this place?"

"Uh..."

Bosi froze, not yet having recovered his wits.

The blue-bearded elder's next sentence followed immediately upon the heels of the first.

"In my eyes, there is only one true patriarch of the Lelsas family..."

The blue-bearded elder raised Saya's hand, his tone placid, yet brimming with an authority that brooked no question.

"And that is Saya Lelsas!"

...Seeking fresh flowers...............

"If the patriarch you have chosen is not him, then that can only prove..."

The blue-bearded elder's gaze swept across the entire venue, finally resting upon Bosi, as he enunciated each word with grave seriousness: "That you lot... cannot represent the true will of the Lelsas family."

"Buzz!"

Bosi's face turned instantly deathly pale, and he stumbled backward a few steps, thudding against the floor.

Then, filled with supreme terror and reverence, he fell to his knees on the ground, crying out loudly: "We swear by the glory of the Lelsas family, Saya Lelsas shall become the next patriarch of the family!"

"We swear by the glory of the Lelsas family, Saya Lelsas shall become the next patriarch of the family!"

The family elders behind Bosi echoed him one after another.

In an instant, those who had previously wished to banish Saya and even erase his name from the family lineage had now completely become Saya's most loyal adherents.

The onlookers around the venue shook themselves awake as if from a dream.

Without knowing who had started it, someone called out: "We are all witnesses!"

And then everyone else chorused and responded in unison.

Even as they shouted, tempestuous waves surged within their hearts.

Though they did not know why such a dramatic reversal had occurred, they understood one point with absolute certainty.

From this day forward, within the Lelsas family, only one voice would exist, and that was—Saya!

It was as if a halo had been set behind Saya, and in a single moment, he became radiantly resplendent.

At this instant, he returned to the center of the entire venue's attention, though this time as the ultimate victor.

He felt as though he had fallen into a dreamscape, his whole being light-headed and dizzy.

He looked around his surroundings, seeing Pei'er, whose small mouth was stretched wide in astonishment, and seeing Dainton, who looked just as utterly bewildered as himself.

He saw Meifu, whose face was deathly white without a trace of blood, her figure staggering.

And there was Wells, standing as dumb as a wooden chicken, as if he had plunged into a deep abyss.

He suspected that everything before his eyes was a dream.

How...

How had he suddenly obtained the backing of the Grand Star Governor and become the family patriarch once more?!

Was this some kind of joke?

An interstellar April Fool's Day?

The blue-bearded elder before him seemed to perceive his confusion; smiling, he leaned closer to him and spoke in a low murmur: "You should thank that good friend you met on the Alternate Dimension Battlefield.

He charged Mokeduo to take good care of you.

Mokeduo cannot leave the battlefield, so he could only entreat me..."

"Buzz!"

A bolt of lightning flashed through Saya's mind in an instant.

How had he suddenly obtained the backing of the Grand Star Governor and become the family patriarch once more?!

Was this some kind of joke?

Star Fools' Day?

The blue-bearded old man before him seemed to read his confusion, smiled as he leaned closer, and spoke in a low voice: "Thank the good friend you made on the alien battlefield.

He entrusted Mokodo to take good care of you.

Mokodo cannot leave the battlefield, so he had no choice but to ask me..."

"Buzz!"

A thunderbolt seemed to flash through Saya's mind in that instant.

Lu Sheng!

It was Lu Sheng who had arranged everything for him.

"Standing at the pinnacle of the stars, wearing the crown,"

Saya murmured these words under his breath, his expression gradually growing complex.

He said softly to the blue-bearded old man before him, "Could you say thank you to him for me?"

The blue-bearded old man smiled, lifted his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through layers of void, reaching into the boundless depths of the starry sky.

He spoke quietly: "Wait until he returns.

You'll have the chance to tell him yourself."

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