Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 94: Vision at the Pavilion on the Lake

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Vision at the Pavilion on the Lake

In the grand hall of the main palace, heroes gathered with watchful eyes, like tigers waiting for their prey.

Miles furrowed his brow slightly deeper. Among those present, all were at least at the mid-stage Magus Body Refining Stage, with several emanating an aura so formidable that he felt a genuine threat to his life.

However, those individuals only glanced at him briefly before resuming their merriment—drinking, watching the dancers, and entertaining themselves.

The music continued, becoming more joyful. In the hall, the dancers swayed gracefully, their movements light and agile. Their steps were like startled swans, delicate enough to be carried by the breeze.

But at that moment, the person seated in the central position waved his hand. The music ceased immediately, and the dancers retreated to the sides, standing silently.

Aizen’s gaze followed to the central area.

There stood a square platform about a meter high, atop which rested a bronze throne. Behind the throne was a folding screen adorned with an image of a hawk preying on a snake.

Seated on the bronze throne was a man with a lean, angular face resembling a block of forged steel.

Even seated, he exuded an imposing presence, standing taller than most others, like a small giant.

His hands rested on his knees, resembling enormous bear paws, with hooked fingers like talons.

When Aizen looked at him, it felt as if he was gazing up at a deity.

The man’s half-closed eyes glanced back at him, and the light emanating from his gaze was like two sharp bolts of lightning, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Even someone as resolute as Aizen couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart, averting his eyes.

Anyone who dared to meet that gaze head-on must possess comparable strength.

That kind of presence could only belong to someone at the Innate Magus Stage; it was impossible for a Magus Body Refining Stage practitioner to emit such power.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. This man’s gaze alone was enough to make one’s spirit tremble. He had undoubtedly reached the level of Refining Aura into Spirit, with mental power that was terrifyingly formidable.

This man was none other than Morning star Magus, the Lord of Treisenberg City, a formidable figure even among Innate Magus practitioners.

Aizen bowed with cupped fists in salute.

For those stronger than oneself, respect was mandatory. This was an unspoken rule everywhere, unless one no longer valued their life.

"Take your seat," Morning star Magus’s voice was sonorous and powerful, his words succinct.

This brevity highlighted his authority—his words were law, and he clearly disdained excessive speech. His subordinates naturally understood his commands and executed them without question.

Whenever he spoke, others listened intently and acted accordingly. His very presence demanded respect, exuding authority without anger. His iron-fisted demeanor left no room for defiance.

Aizen and Miles quietly took their seats, keeping a deliberate distance from the other young people in the hall, drawing a clear line between them. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Even their mutual relationship was ambiguous—neither close nor distant.

Under external pressure, the two appeared to be slightly united. However, they were even more wary of each other, keeping their distance.

Miles, in particular, was more cautious of Aizen than anyone else present.

The imperial officials, while arrogant and self-important, weren’t likely to trouble him without cause. But Aizen was different.

Aizen, like Miles, was a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Clan. Both understood each other well and knew that rules and laws held little sway in their eyes. Their actions were unpredictable.

If Miles had something Aizen coveted but failed to guard against, he might be caught off guard by a devious strike. Such a scenario was a real concern.

However, Miles was overthinking. He was too wary of Aizen.

At this moment, Aizen had no interest in anything Miles possessed, and the two had no conflicts of interest.

Seeing the two seated, Morning star Magus, on his bronze throne, spoke again.

His voice reverberated through the hall, commanding the attention of even the arrogant imperial officials, who bowed respectfully to listen.

An Innate Magus was a true master in the Magus world. As a senior, they demanded absolute respect from juniors, regardless of their background.

The Treasure Vault of Treisenberg City....

"The Treisenberg City Treasure Vault opens only on the eighth day of the ninth lunar month each year. Today marks its 109th opening. The vault contains a singular resource: the Essence of Primordial Flame.

This substance, resembling molten lava, collects in the pool within the vault. For Magus Body Refining Stage practitioners, entering the pool can accelerate the tempering of their muscles, bones, and blood, while also possessing a faintly mystical ability to unlock and clear meridians.

Once inside, you will experience its effects firsthand. The results depend entirely on your individual talent and potential."

This speech from Morning star Magus was likely the longest he had delivered today and carried a rehearsed tone. It was possible he had said the exact same words last year or the year before on this day.

After finishing, Morning star Magus rose from his seat.

When he stood, it was as if a colossal beast, towering over others, had suddenly risen, exerting an invisible pressure on everyone present.

"Follow me," he commanded.

With one hand placed behind his back and the other in front, Morning star Magus played with two iron balls, each as large as a baby’s fist. The metallic clinks of the iron balls colliding reverberated clearly in everyone’s ears.

Aizen glanced at Miles, who happened to be looking back at him. Though Miles’ gaze was wary, it also carried an unspoken understanding.

The two stood but avoided taking the lead.

A group of imperial officials strode out of the hall, passing by Aizen and Miles with varying reactions. Some cast sidelong glances, while a few ignored them entirely as they exited.

This group comprised 18 individuals, five of whom were women. Two among them exuded a powerful aura that, while not quite on par with Ryven, was still formidable.

Perhaps this was why Viggo had advised Aizen to maintain a low profile.

Even among the ranks of the imperial court, there were young elites. Two of these stood out—a man and a woman.

The woman, clad in an exquisite silk gown, carried a beautifully embroidered blade. Her features were delicate, her complexion fair, and her expression carried a faint hint of playfulness. Yet when her gaze landed on Aizen and Miles, her bright eyes betrayed disdain and hostility.

The man walking closely beside her was dashing and elegant, with sharp features and a sword at his side, its golden hilt inlaid with gemstones. His demeanor was proud, and he didn’t spare Aizen and Miles so much as a glance. Together, they seemed a perfect match, striding out of the hall as if made for each other.

This pair clearly commanded the group’s respect, as many others eagerly flattered and fawned over them. Through the various conversations,He made a mental note to later procure a ranking list for further information on these two.

After the officials had departed, Aizen and Miles followed suit, leaving the hall.

They walked through a corridor, past a small garden, and finally arrived with the others at a man-made lake.

The lake featured a pavilion at its center. Under the moonlight, the lake’s surface shimmered with gentle ripples, but something unusual caught everyone’s attention.

It appeared as though fireflies were rising from the lake. A multitude of tiny, glowing lights ascended from the water, floating upward to a height of seven or eight meters before gradually fading away.

This strange phenomenon became more pronounced the closer one approached the pavilion at the lake’s center. As time passed, the glow rising from the lake grew even denser.