Chapitre 7: The Realm Lord.

Gehaldirah is not the only one excited about the upcoming trial. If you take a survey of the current atmosphere of High Heaven, you will find out that the most talked-about topic is the Trial of Heaven.

Let's take a look at the home plane of the battle sage monkeys, a divine race proficient in battle arts and techniques, the connoisseurs of battle.

This race possesses incredible eyes that can see ahead of time and predict the actions of an opponent. This ability depends on the inherent power of its wielder, it is also not infallible and without weakness, but it is the cornerstone of their race's supremacy.

In the western part of this plane is a jungle. It is approximately a quarter of the total surface area of the plane. That is about 20 billion square kilometers of giant trees. This jungle has been claimed exclusively by the battle sages, as they like to be called. If we zoom in on the capital of the Bloody Sun Empire, we can see a bustling and prosperous society.

You can also hear the jubilations and celebrations all around. The battle sages like to battle, and they think they are the best at it, which is why you aren't fully grown if you haven't been to the trial of heaven in their race. Because how can you be considered anything but a child if you haven't been through the blood-curdling, bone-breaking, soul-chilling experience of battling in the tower of heaven?

So in 100 years, there is going to be a race send-off at this capital. Every child at the transcendent level and above who wants to go through this rite of passage must make their way back to this plane from wherever they are and receive a send-off.

They will also receive a battle totem that will record their achievements in the trial. And 200 years later, when they return, they will present each of their battle totems for inspection, receive an increase in their social level, and have the right to become an adult.

This isn't a rare occurrence in the entirety of High Heaven. The Trial of Heaven is a source of challenge to some, a trial to others, and even an excursion to some people. But regardless of the reason for partaking in it, it will become the graveyard to the majority.

After a while, the initial hubbub about the trial of heaven will die down across the plane. But for now, and for the nearest thousand years, the trial will be what is up.

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The participants of this trial are not the only ones concerned about it. It has been shown that several entities who don't intend to participate in the trial are coming to the realm. Their destination is also the tower of heaven.

In the heaven-reaching tower at the center of the ancient battlefield, in a certain room atop this tower is a creature. In that certain room, with a rather elegant throne in it, is where this even better elegant creature likes to sit.

This creature is of otherworldly beauty, with pointy ears, which makes him out to be of Elven lineage. An astute eye will be able to tell that this creature is a male High Elf because of the tall height, lean stature, green hair, and eyes the color of gold, which is unlike their female counterparts with wheat-gold hair and green eyes.

As impressive as that astute eye is, it will also note that even though it could see this creature, it can't sense its existence. Only law-sensitive senses will be able to notice the congregation of Origin energy towards him, which formed a cocoon of sorts around him, embraces him, and merges with him. This gives the effect that he is one with the world.

Mind you, this isn't because of the high affinity with mana his race affords him. It is much more than that. It is the effect of the combination of his power as an origin god and his access to the realm heart of the High Heaven realm.

This creature is the Realm Lord of the High Heaven realm. His name is somewhat long in the Elven tongue, but we will skip it and move on to important things. We also won't bother with the fact that before he came into this world, he used to be called Jason on the small spherical rock he called home. We won't bother with that for now.

Since he isn't the main character of this story, we will call him what he likes people to call him. We will refer to him as Monarch High Heaven from henceforth. His days as Jason on a planet called earth are long behind him.

Monarch High Heaven was woken from his long period of meditation by the will of the realm. She whispered in his mind and told him that it was another Origin cycle.

"I don't care what anyone says. It is exactly like Christmas from back on earth." He smiled and said.

Then he rose from his levitating and exquisite throne, a throne that was made from a branch of the guardian tree of his home plane as a sign of honor.

This throne ensures that whoever sits on it will maintain his or her youth for eternity and always be full of youthful vigor, which frankly isn't anything to an Origin god, but then he sits on it because he respects the trees that ensure the survival of the Elven race.

The throne was the last thing on his mind right now as he stepped down from it onto gentle ripples that appeared in space beneath his feet to bear his weight. He is thinking of the Origin essence he would receive after the conclusion of the trial of heaven.

Others come to die in the trial of heaven but he receives a large amount of wealth every Origin cycle. Gehaldirah and Monarch High Heaven are both high elves but one of them is an ordinary Sovereign while the other is the Realm lord of the realm and a true immortal.