Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 486: Elder token

Gradually, the murmuring among the elders and grandmasters died down. All eyes turned to him, waiting for further explanation.

"This extraordinary result is largely thanks to Elder Lein. Thanks to the use of his clones, we managed to seize control of nearly every area," Magnus explained briefly but firmly.

Lein remained silent in his seat, his expression neutral, though deep down, he knew that most people in the area had already realized the massive role he had played. After all, his clones had spread everywhere, sweeping through enemies without giving them a chance to resist.

"Therefore," Magnus continued, "80% of the spoils will go to Elder Lein personally."

For a moment, silence enveloped the area. Magnus scanned their expressions one by one, searching for any sign of disagreement.

Luxador was the first to speak. "That's only fair. Even after deducting Elder Lein's share, the sect still gains thirteen percent of the manifestation zones," he said, reminding his peers that this outcome was still far better than previous years.

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"Yes, that's still a massive amount," added Elder Darius with a bright face. He had participated in many manifestation zone conquests, but never had they returned with such a haul.

Seeing no objections from anyone, Magnus concluded the meeting with a firm tone. "Alright, that concludes our meeting. The mission to seize the Law Seeds is now over. Please visit the administration hall to receive your contribution points."

With that final remark, Magnus' figure vanished without a sound, leaving the area.

Lein let out a long sigh. "Huft... finally, that old man's gone," he muttered casually. Though Magnus held no hostility toward him, standing next to a Tier 4 King still made things feel a bit tense.

"Elder Lein, welcome..." Luxador stepped forward and handed him a purple token engraved with a dragon design. "This is your elder token."

Lein accepted it calmly, feeling the smooth texture of the dragon carving on its surface. He gave a respectful nod. "Thank you, Sect Leader," he replied politely.

"Good..." Luxador smiled faintly, his eyes showing satisfaction. "When you have time, please visit the administration hall to complete your registration and receive your elder benefits."

"Of course, Sect Leader," Lein replied casually before storing the token away.

After a brief exchange, Lein moved swiftly toward Laras and Efan, who stood among the grandmasters.

Some of the grandmasters observed his approach with various expressions. The female sovereigns, who had previously kept a composed demeanor, now looked at him with sparkling eyes—some even blushing. It was understandable. Lein was still very young, yet his power had surpassed most of them. A king at his age was something extraordinary.

Meanwhile, the male Faithwardens looked at him with admiration—not with envy, but with genuine respect. For them, having someone as powerful as Lein within their sect was a source of pride.

Lein noticed their gazes but didn't dwell on them. Inwardly, he whispered, "Interesting..."

Not long after, Efan approached him with Laras, his face full of excitement. "Brother Lein, you're truly incredible... Even the ancestors of the Invictus Sect revere you."

Lein merely raised an eyebrow and gave a small smile. "Let's not talk about that for now. Before anything else, let's return to the hotel and prepare to move to the Invictus Sect," he said casually.

They were currently in a special area designated for storing the sect's Law Seeds. To exit, they had to make their way to the grand gate floating in the distance, at the center of this dimensional void.

"Alright," Laras and Efan responded almost in unison. They noticed several others, including the grandmasters, beginning to head toward the gate.

Without wasting time, Lein and the others followed the stream of people floating toward it.

The gate stood firm atop a wide white platform, radiating an undeniable aura. Standing over twenty meters tall, it loomed majestically, as though serving as an entrance to another world.

The golden doors at its center were adorned with intricate patterns that glowed faintly under the divine light flowing gently along the gate's outer edges. The energy emanating from it felt pure, like a subtle current that distorted the surrounding space.

But what drew more attention was the old man sitting before the gate, behind a simple wooden table. He appeared to be asleep, his body slightly leaned back with steady breaths. His messy silver hair fluttered in the gentle breeze, yet he showed no signs of being disturbed by the bustle around him. The grandmasters and other sovereigns who passed by didn't bother him, as if his presence was something completely normal.

Lein glanced at him briefly but paid little mind to the man. He and his group continued drifting toward the platform, following the flow of others heading to the gate.

As they approached, Efan's eyes widened. "It's bigger than I imagined..." he muttered in awe.

The platform was far larger than it had seemed from a distance. Its surface stretched over a kilometer wide, creating a vast space before reaching the gate itself. Several others walked casually, some flew low, and others paused for a moment—seemingly admiring the gate's grandeur before proceeding further.

Lein had no interest in lingering. "Let's go," he said shortly, then shot straight toward the gate.

Laras and Efan immediately followed behind him.

***

Passing through the gate, Lein and the others emerged from a massive portal. As their feet touched the ground, a vast view stretched out before them—a platform extending as far as the eye could see. Its surface was smooth and faintly shimmering, as if made from some uncommon material.

Several grand buildings stood there, their architecture resembling that of ancient Chinese palaces.

Around them, people bustled about with various activities. Some hurried along carrying scrolls of documents, others appeared to be engaged in serious discussions within small groups. A few were even seen practicing certain techniques, releasing shimmering energy into the air. However, one thing immediately caught Lein's attention—everyone here wore the same uniform.

"Is this the sect island?" he murmured quietly, a little confused.

He swept his gaze around, trying to spot someone he could ask. But everyone who passed by paid him no mind whatsoever, as if he and his group were nothing more than passing wind. Lein quickly realized the reason.

His power level was concealed, making him appear as nothing more than an ordinary person in the eyes of the surrounding sect disciples.

Suddenly, he remembered the elder token Luxador had given him earlier.