Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1281: Crimson Rain and Cosmic Restrictions

Never before had they experienced such suppression.

But for the sake of their greater plans, they swallowed their fury and ordered those who could not endure the pressure to remain outside.

This was precisely the intention of the Crimson Moon Dynasty Royal Family.

If they had simply ordered the alien retainers to wait outside, the aliens would have resisted, potentially escalating tensions.

By using this method, they not only put the aliens at a disadvantage but also left them with no grounds for protest.

After all, if their subordinates were too weak to withstand the pressure, that was their own problem.

The leaders of the Eight Star Systems took pleasure in the aliens’ suffering.

For two years, the aliens had invaded the Andromeda Universe, trampling them underfoot with arrogance.

How many times had they burned with anger yet been unable to retaliate due to the disparity in strength?

"Everyone, please follow me," a palace guard, armed with a blade, approached and led them toward the negotiation chamber.

Their path was different from that of the aliens.

As they neared their destination, the guards stopped them.

"For this negotiation, each star system may only bring five representatives inside. The rest must remain outside."

"What kind of rule is that—" Khalil began to protest but was immediately silenced by Sharif.

Sharif asked, "Does this rule apply to the Crimson Moon Dynasty Royal Family as well?"

"We will also remain outside," the guard replied without hesitation.

"And the aliens?"

"The same rule applies to them."

"Very well, then we have no objections—so long as they also bring only five representatives."

"Rest assured, envoy. This is the Crimson Moon Dynasty Royal Palace. The rules apply equally to all."

"Good." Sharif had no further complaints.

He and General Rafiq were definitely going to participate in the meeting.

As for the remaining three spots, Rafael and Duan Yao were included, leaving one more.

Khalil also wanted to enter, but General Rafiq held him back.

"The inside is dangerous, but so is the outside. If anything happens, we need people on both sides to coordinate."

"Yes, Marshal." Khalil considered for a moment and then gave up his spot to someone else.

Fortunately, the other star systems had no objections to the same restrictions.

The negotiations were held in a council hall within the Crimson Moon Dynasty Royal Palace.

The grand chamber resembled a banquet hall, with an array of elegant white tables pieced together in the center.

The tables were bare except for the cups for the envoys, with chairs neatly arranged around them, creating an appropriate atmosphere for the talks.

Led by the palace guards, they took their designated seats.

Across from them was a row of empty chairs reserved for the extraterrestrials.

Before long, the The Crimson Snake Emperor of the Crimson Moon Dynasty arrived, accompanied by another man.

The man appeared to be in his early thirties.

Clad in a cyan robe, his attire contrasted with the surrounding technological aesthetic.

He had a youthful yet composed expression.

The The Crimson Snake Emperor’s attitude toward the man held a subtle trace of respect.

He only sat down after the man had taken his seat.

Upon seeing him, the envoys each had their own thoughts.

The identity of this man was already apparent—someone who could command such deference from the The Crimson Snake Emperor could only be the Grand Elder of the Pleiadian Ascendancy.

Rafael and Duan Yao exchanged glances.

If this man was truly the Grand Elder of the Pleiadian Ascendancy, then he was undoubtedly powerful—far beyond their capability.

However, he did not seem as formidable as Ms. Amalia or Mr. Kenny.

When those two unleashed their aura, their sheer presence alone could break one’s will.

The Grand Elder of the Pleiadian Ascendancy, however, had not reached that level.

While Rafael and Duan Yao observed the man, he, too, was observing them.

Amalia and Kenny Lin had not appeared.

To be honest, this was somewhat unexpected.

He had assumed that at least one of them would come, if not both.

Yet, neither had shown up.

The man was unable to discern their true intentions.

Who would have thought that, despite the vast distance between the Erythar Star System and the Pleiades Star System, Amalia’s family would end up entangled in a blood feud with the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth?

If someone had suggested this before, no one would have believed it.

"Second Elder, the two Immortals from the Erythar Star System have not come. What do you think this means?" the The Crimson Snake Emperor asked in a low voice.

The man was not actually the Grand Elder, as everyone assumed, but the Second Elder.

"For now, the Erythar Star System holds no hostility. We should observe the situation."

"Understood."

Soon, the sound of synchronized, powerful footsteps echoed from outside.

The three aliens princes had arrived.

A second later, their figures appeared at the entrance of the hall.

The blood-red rain began to fall from the sky.

On this fateful day, crimson rain was no longer an unusual sight.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Musa and Yun looked on in shock as they saw Layyan—his body covered in sword wounds, dripping with blood.

They had witnessed Layyan’s strength countless times, but this was the first time they had ever seen him in such a wretched state.

"The sky of the cultivation world... are about to change," Musa muttered, his pupils trembling.

"Third Elder, what do you mean?" Yun was also awed by this man’s strength, but he didn’t quite understand.

Why would the rise of a single powerhouse cause such a fundamental shift in the cultivation world?

"Do you know why the Grand Elder has never been able to break through?" Musa’s voice carried a trace of weariness.

The others shook their heads.

They had always assumed it was simply because cultivation was incredibly difficult.

It had never crossed their minds that there could be another reason.

"Cultivation is indeed difficult, but it is not without hope. There is always a sliver of possibility. Yet, in this case, there is none—not because it is difficult, but because we later discovered that the universe itself imposes a restriction."