Chapter 914: A Single Table

The grand hall was silent, save for the soft whisper of the wind snaking through the ancient eaves. All eyes were fixed upon the lone figure standing amidst the vast expanse, his gaze unwavering, fixed upon a single object.

A table.

It was an unremarkable piece of furniture, crafted from some unknown, dark wood. No intricate carvings adorned its surface, no shimmering gems embellished its form. It was a plain, unadorned table, yet it radiated an aura of profound mystery.

He, the ascendant immortal known throughout the realms as the Azure Sky Sovereign, slowly approached the table. Each step was measured, deliberate, as if traversing a path fraught with invisible dangers. The immense power he commanded, a torrent capable of shattering mountains and parting seas, was held in check, a dormant volcano beneath a placid surface.

The air crackled with unspoken tension. The elders of the great clans, the venerable masters of ancient sects, even the enigmatic wanderers who roamed the edges of the mortal coil, held their breaths. They understood. This was no mere table. It was a gateway, a key, perhaps even a reflection of the cosmos itself.

With a final, silent stride, the Azure Sky Sovereign reached the table. He extended a hand, his fingers hovering just above the smooth, dark surface. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, a sound laden with the weight of centuries and the burden of untold power.

“So,” he murmured, his voice echoing strangely in the vast hall. “It begins.”

The fate of the myriad realms, the delicate balance between creation and destruction, now rested upon the choices he would make before this simple, unassuming table.