Messengers and Representatives

On this day 800 years after the light started shining from the top of the realm tree, the tower of heaven will finally be open to the masses. After waiting for 800 years since the call went out within the realm tree, men and women can fully prove their mettle and get some precious treasures for it.

People have been waiting and soon they will have what they've been waiting for. The amount of people standing in waiting around the tower has reached a number too much to count. They have divided themselves into different strata based on power levels. The transcendents and above don't dare to fly or levitate, they are stuck to the ground in groups of friends or races. Next are the lords and low gods, they floated by themselves or used artifacts that fly to stand above those on the ground. Followed by kings and mid gods. After that are Titans and high gods, then sovereigns, grand gods, and celestial gods. Even though the number gets reduced drastically from layer to layer, the suffocating aura of power only increases with height. Nobody dares to create any disturbance or disrupt the order here, this is the way things have been for ages. The various heights are because of the various entrances for different power levels into the tower, they are present on different floors of the tower. So when the barrier around the tower is removed, the participants can have easier access to their various floors.

Gehald stood himself calmly among the Sovereign band. There are hardly any other Elven sovereigns among the ten thousand or so sovereigns because the fertility of most elf races are low and they don't think highly of such a brutish act like the trial of heaven, besides they don't need to be here. He wouldn't hang around one if any elf happened to be present, he had decided to stand alone. The aura of slaughter around him also deterred anyone that wanted to approach. Gehald could feel his heart beating wildly in anticipation. He had been waiting for a long time. He clenched his fist and steeled his heart for what was to come. The hurdles to overcome during the trial of heaven aren't a mystery, well most of it. He doesn't consider that any sovereign here can defeat him during the trial, only the last hurdle could be somewhat difficult because it will be a challenge opened to the manipulation of the will of the realm.

He tried to calm himself down but failed again and again. Suddenly his body went taut and his beating chest calmed down. The aura of danger Sobered him up, but he wasn't alarmed too much, it was just an instinctive reaction of his body. He knows there will be origin gods coming to the tower today. They weren't there for the trial but the meet-up with the realm lord. He had heard about this because it is a well-known tradition. Every supreme race must send a representative but the invitation is extended to all origin gods from High Heaven.

The supreme races must have an origin god in attendance as a representative while all origin gods can come or send a messenger. World gods can't descend into the realm tree. The hierarchy in the realm of heaven is based on race. A family is the smallest unit in the society of high heaven, but it is by no means small. Longevity has made the bonds of blood remain through the years. On a wider scale, especially when you consider conflicts across a plane, a race council is used to represent the interest of a race. After that is a plane. In summary within a plane, races fight for supremacy but fight outside a plane for totally different reasons. That's what the ancient battlefield is for, for the invasion of planes using the planar gates, unless the plane coordinates are used to bypass the planar gate. In High Heaven, only the strong survive.

To become a supreme race, a member of the race must become an origin god. Only by producing an origin god can a race protect their interest on the ancient battlefield. They will also be able to get access to the origin store that the realm lord set up to foster race growth. Origin gods would also be able to streamline the efficiency of training using the path of perfection for the race.

"Today will see numerous origin gods coming in." He thought and adjusted himself with this knowledge in mind, he decided to feast his eyes on them. Being around origin gods as a lower lifeform is like being subjected to a muffled sense of calamity. Such wanton release of their aura is enough to quiet the populace around the tower, but for a rare moment since Gehald's arrival at the tower, his eyes showed emotions, emotions of longing. He promised himself again that with time he will reach their level of power in time.

Up at the top of the tower, visitors from afar continued to arrive. A large hall has been opened for this special event. Origin gods would descend to the landing pad right outside the hall, a short distance from it. They exchanged greetings and laughs. The realm lord was currently absent and the main event hasn't started, so these powerful individuals form circles based on friendship and interests.

It was this cordial atmosphere that Dylganihl met with on his arrival. He had taken his time on his journey to the realm tree but still made it early. He decided to meet up with some of his friends and check on the dragon race because he still had a little more time. After checking on the well-being of his race, he decided to come to the tower with the representative of the dragon race. By then he had changed to his humanoid form. Except for his crystal clear horns, crystal scales on his face, red iris, and very tall height he didn't look that much different from a giant man.

As soon as he landed at the tower, someone shouted

"Ohh, here comes the little tyrant"

He grinned and shouted back, " I know it's you Yudalf, don't let me see your face here"

"What will do little Tyty, Kiss my ass?."

A burly humanoid with a small flame burning between the two black horns on his head stepped forward. He stood at 8 ft tall, dressed in a bright red regal robe. He had a wide grin that exposed his sharp teeth. Dylganihl recognized him as a particular dragon friend of his in an elemental form.