High above the Red Line, ten thousand meters in the sky, the phantom of the Cloud Palace had fully solidified into reality.
Bathed in the dazzling golden light pouring down from the heavens, Ross's tall, godlike figure quietly descended onto the white-jade plaza of the palace.
With his current strength, coupled with his control over this world, even in this purely material world, instantly constructing this magnificent immortal palace out of thin air with high-density reishi was still as easy as turning over his hand.
The instant Ross's aura appeared, the trusted subordinates who had long been waiting respectfully in the Holy Land Mariejois were almost instantly drawn in and transported before him.
Gion, Sola, Otohime, Saint Saturn, Zephyr, Sakazuki, Palace Vanessa, Saint Maz, Kaido, Rouge, Didi, Conia, Scarlet, Olvia...
These names, renowned across the seas, were all confidants of Ross's line who had gathered around him more than ten years ago.
As for the new generation, he had not deliberately summoned them this time.
Aside from a small number of them, almost all of the rising stars standing in his camp were his descendants.
At this moment, their task was to manipulate the destiny of the fated Nika, and for the time being, they were not yet at the point where they could stand in the Cloud Palace.
"Welcome back, Saint Ross."
As the only surviving member of the previous generation of the Jaygarcia Family, Saint Saturn stepped forward with the utmost respect, holding up a pure-white cloak that symbolized the world's highest authority in both hands and gently draping it over Ross's shoulders.
This cloak had been carefully made from an extremely rare material and had been prepared many years ago. It was just that Ross's attention had recently been entirely on the other world, and only today,