Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 464: Welcome to True Reality (2)

Now Phase two, it wasn’t so simple as destroying a top faction. No, Phase two it was more of an introduction.

A welcome to Reality of sorts… but not the Originats, for all the other beings. It was a welcoming to a Reality that would never be the same from this moment forward.

And it wouldn’t be a proper showcase of the Ineffable Pantheon, if the whole thing wasn’t being broadcasted.

Thalion turned toward Vane, who was not even shocked at this point.

He only shook his head and just muttered, “…Why am I even here?”

Thalion laughed, adjusting his eyeglasses as he focused on the broadcast.

“Is it not for protection?”

Hearing that Vane only sighed, as he watched Thalion step forward.

Once front and center, he began the proper introduction — his voice carried across every corner of True Reality through the open broadcast, calm, clear, and laced with quiet authority.

“You all may be wondering just what you’ve been witnessing… and who we are.”

As he began the projection that was shown across anything with a reflection, it pulled in each viewer even more.

“We are the Ineffable Pantheon.” He said, “A collection of not cultivators… but Gods. Beings so incomprehensible that you wouldn’t even know where to start.”

He paused, as he thought for a moment.

’Did his majesty truly think was necessary?’ Although he knew the answer, he still felt weird giving this whole speech.

But he continued regardless.

“And from this day forward, beings will either stay out of our way… or die in the process.”

“Also, in one year, the leader of the Ineffable Pantheon will be hosting a grand ball… and everyone is invited.”

The broadcast ended with those words hanging in the air.

And in that moment, across True Reality, countless beings — from the lowest cultivators to the highest ancient entities — heard the message loud and clear.

Some trembled.

Some stared in stunned silence.

Some immediately began making plans to hide, to align themselves, or to even test this so-called pantheon themselves.

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Ancestor Seeker stood at the very edge of Reality 9, right at the shimmering boundary that separated one True Reality from the next.

She watched the broadcast through a vast ocean of water that floated before her — its surface acting as a perfect mirror, reflecting every moment of Thalion’s introduction.

As the feed ended, she smiled—small, ancient, and brimming with quiet satisfaction.

“Oh, Ash, you can’t possibly think you’re above the game,” she said, unfazed by anything he had done so far.

If anything, he intrigued her even more. She intended to use the inhabitants of the Organisms to test his powers, much like the Prime Devourer had.

But her motives were far from simple. Yes, she craved entertainment—but since when were the intentions of one so ancient ever so straightforward?

Ash was doing nothing more than playing along with her ’game.’

“I won’t lie, you really caught me off guard,” she muttered.

“You and that other little champion, you’re both something special. But now that you’re in True Reality… I can finally see if you’re truly worthy.”

With that, she calmly stepped through the boundary.

The moment she crossed, her power climbed.

From Seventeenth Dimensional… to Nineteenth Dimensional existence in a mere blink.

And one might assume she would appear in some void, but that would be wrong by a longshot.

She continued forward, as found herself placed inside a long, elegant hallway.

This was a place she was well accustomed to; a place was known as The Threshold of Existence.

It was a neutral corridor that existed between the Eighteen True Realities.

It was a place of pure transition, where the walls were made of shifting prisms that reflected whatever one looking envisioned.

There were exactly 18 doors lining the hallway, each one leading into another reality — some glowing with warm light, others pulsing with darkness, a few humming with ideas that hurt to look at directly.

At the far end of the hallway stood the Watcher — a majestic, snow-white owl whose feathers shimmered with faint light.

Its large, golden eyes held the depth of countless cycles, and it perched silently on a simple wooden perch that seemed to exist outside of time.

When Ancestor Seeker appeared before him, the Watcher tilted its head slightly in acknowledgment, its voice calm and familiar, like two old friends catching up after a long absence.

“Ah, Seeker. It’s been a while….” he said, “What brings you today?”

She smiled, the expression warm but casual.

“Well… I’m just passing through.” She said as looked at one of the walls and a projection of Ash appeared….

As he floated within Pantheos. Seeing this the Watcher blinked its eyes a few times.

“Hmm, how can a separate reality not be connected to the threshold?”

Ancestor Seeker rose her brow hearing this as she looked away from the wall causing the projection to vanish.

“As you see, things are getting interesting within Reality Nine… I think we will be making a grand return soon.”

The Watcher hooted softly, the sound like distant wind chimes.

“A Grand return, huh? Well, you have your work cut out, that’s for sure…”

She shrugged lightly, “Tsk, anyone standing in the way at that point will just die. Or I will die in the process.”

The Watcher nodded, then grew a touch more serious, its golden eyes narrowing slightly.

“Interesting…” He said before changing the topic. “Well, if you plan on traveling you know it is not cheap… and unless there is a breach, you must pay the fee.”

Ancestor Seeker rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance in it.

She tossed him a single mana ring — one that contained 100 trillion mana stones within it.

The Watcher caught it effortlessly with one talon, weighed it for a moment, and gave a small, approving hoot.

“You’re good for one hour of travel time.”

HUM!

A glowing sigil appeared on her wrist — a delicate circle with nine radiating lines, marking her authorized passage.

The Watcher gave a casual wave of its wing.

The tenth door at the end of the hallway slid open with a low, melodic hum. A subtle force urged her onward.

Without a second thought, she stepped through.

As the door shut behind her with a soft click, Ancestor Seeker vanished into the Tenth Reality.

The Threshold of Existence returned to its usual quiet vigil.

The Watcher remained perched on its wooden stand, golden eyes reflecting the shifting prisms on the walls.

“Interesting times indeed…” it murmured to itself, voice soft and wise.