Unrivaled in another world

[: 3rd POV :]

"Well..."

The silver haired man gently closed another ancient book before a different one slowly floated into his hands.

"The next category are those known as Monarchs and Sovereigns."

The pink haired girl immediately became interested.

"They sound important."

The man smiled faintly.

"They are far more than important."

"They are among the highest classifications an individual existence can obtain."

"They are rulers, not in terms of kingdom or planets, but rather, rulers whose authority can influence countless worlds."

The girl’s eyes sparkled.

"So they are like kings?"

The man slowly shook his head.

"Nope"

"A king governs a nation."

"A Monarch governs an authority."

"A Sovereign governs an existence."

"There is an enormous difference."

The girl blinked several times before scratching her cheek awkwardly.

"...I don’t understand."

The man chuckled softly.

"I expected as much."

He calmly continued.

"Although Monarchs and Sovereigns possess different titles..."

"In truth..."

"They stand upon similar levels."

"The greatest difference lies within inheritance."

The surrounding books slowly opened by themselves as ancient illustrations appeared throughout the air.

"A Monarch is a title capable of being inherited."

"When the Monarch falls...their authority...their legacy...and sometimes even their very power...can be passed down to a worthy successor."

The girl looked amazed.

"So even after dying...the Monarch continues to exist?"

"In a sense."

The man nodded.

"The individual may perish, but the title survives, the authority survives and the lineage survives."

"The next Monarch simply continues where the previous one ended."

The girl nodded repeatedly.

"That sounds amazing."

"It is."

"But becoming a successor is far from simple."

The man’s expression became slightly more serious.

"Many die the moment they attempt to inherit a Monarch’s authority."

"Some lose their sanity."

"Some become nothing more than empty vessels."

"And others...are consumed by the will of the previous Monarch."

The pink haired girl quietly shivered.

"...Suddenly it sounds terrifying."

The man smiled.

"It should."

"Power has never come without a price."

He slowly raised one finger.

"Meanwhile..."

"A Sovereign is entirely different."

The atmosphere around Yggdrasil became noticeably heavier.

"A Sovereign possesses no successor."

"No inheritance."

"No replacement."

"Their authority belongs solely to themselves."

"And unless they truly perish..."

"No second Sovereign bearing the same authority can ever exist."

The girl’s eyes widened.

"So every Sovereign is completely unique?"

"Exactly."

"They are singular existences."

"The embodiment of their own authority."

The girl quietly stared toward the stars.

"...Now I understand why they’re feared."

The man nodded.

"And that is why countless civilizations spend entire eras praying they never provoke either a Monarch or a Sovereign."

Silence lingered briefly before the silver haired man smiled once more.

"But enough about them."

"The next organizations are equally fascinating."

The pink haired girl immediately leaned forward.

"What are they?"

"Sects...and Clans."

The girl tilted her head.

"Aren’t those much weaker than Pantheons?"

The silver haired man laughed quietly.

"That...is one of the greatest misconceptions throughout the Universe."

His expression gradually became serious again.

"Don’t ever underestimate a Sect or a Clan."

"Not even the Pantheons dare to treat them carelessly."

The girl nearly dropped her mana candy.

"...Seriously?"

The man nodded calmly.

"You must first understand something."

"Not every civilization follows the same path toward strength."

"Power is not obtained through only one method."

He slowly gestured toward the endless cosmos.

"Some pursue magic."

"Some pursue bloodlines."

"Some pursue authority."

"Some pursue divine blessings."

"And others..."

"They pursue cultivation."

The girl’s curiosity grew stronger.

"Cultivation?"

The silver haired man smiled.

"Yes."

"They are individuals who dedicate their entire existence to seeking two things."

"Immortality and Dao."

The surrounding winds quietly flowed around Yggdrasil.

"Their pursuit transcends wealth, kingdoms, and lifespan."

"They abandon worldly desires, comfort, and even ordinary emotions."

"All for the sake of comprehending a single truth."

"The Dao."

The girl listened quietly.

"They would willingly isolate themselves inside mountains..."

"Inside ancient ruins..."

"Inside caves untouched for millions of years."

"They meditate."

"They cultivate."

"They seek enlightenment."

"Sometimes..."

"They remain in complete silence for thousands of years."

The girl’s jaw slowly fell open.

"Thousands of years?"

"They don’t get bored?"

The man smiled.

"To them..."

"One moment of enlightenment outweighs ten thousand years of waiting."

"One comprehension of Dao...can surpass countless lifetimes of ordinary cultivation."

The girl quietly muttered.

"...They’re crazier than Monarchs."

The silver haired man laughed.

"Many people share that opinion."

He slowly continued.

"Among the countless Sects scattered throughout the Universe..."

"There are ten names every cultivator knows."

The floating pages around him began displaying enormous ancient symbols.

"The Heavenly Demon Sect."

"A Sect famous for pursuing overwhelming dominance."

"The Samsara Sect."

"Masters of reincarnation, karma, and endless cycles."

"The Yin Yang Celestial Sect."

"A Sect that perfectly balances opposing forces."

"The Thousand Sword Sect."

"A civilization devoted entirely to the path of the sword."

"It is said every disciple understands a different sword intent."

"The Scripture of Heaven’s Eye Sect."

"A mysterious Sect capable of observing truths hidden from ordinary perception."

"The Indomitable Body Sect."

"Cultivators who forge their own bodies into indestructible weapons."

"The Ancient Buddha Sect."

"A Sect pursuing enlightenment, compassion, and boundless wisdom."

"The Boundless Spirit Sect."

"Masters of souls, spirits, and spiritual manifestations."

"The Immortal Furnace Sect."

"Experts capable of refining almost anything beneath the heavens."

"And finally..."

"The Myriad Graves Sect."

The atmosphere suddenly became colder.

"A Sect surrounded by countless ancient tombs."

"Many believe they converse with the dead."

The pink haired girl slowly rubbed her arms.

"...That last one sounds creepy."

The silver haired man simply smiled.

"They are."

"But they are also among the strongest."

The girl quietly nodded.

"...I’ll remember them."

The man gently closed another book.

"Finally..."

"There are the Clans."

The girl’s expression brightened.

"Those sound easier."

The silver haired man immediately shook his head.

"They are not."

"In fact..."

"Many Clans possess bloodlines so terrifying that even ancient civilizations refuse to provoke them."

The girl blinked.

"So bloodlines alone can become that powerful?"

"They can."

"When a bloodline has been refined through countless generations..."

"It eventually becomes something close to perfection."

He calmly continued.

"The ten Clans every being should remember are..."

"The Heavenfall Tiger Clan."

"A Clan whose descendants are born with overwhelming physical strength."

"The Void Tortoise Clan."

"Masters of defense, space, and absolute endurance."

"The Ancient Golden Lion Clan."

"A royal bloodline possessing natural authority over beasts."

"The Eternal Phoenix Clan."

"An immortal Clan renowned for rebirth and eternal flames."

"The Nine Tail Fox Clan."

The pink haired girl’s ears nearly perked up.

"Oh."

"I’ve heard stories about them."

The man smiled.

"Most stories underestimate them."

"They are masters of illusion, charm, intelligence, and spiritual manipulation."

He continued.

"The Black Serpent Clan."

"A Clan feared for poison, assassination, and silent death."

"The Azure Dragon Clan."

"One of the oldest dragon bloodlines still existing."

"The Bloodmoon Clan."

"A mysterious Clan whose strength increases beneath crimson moons."

"The Ancient Genesis Clan."

The surrounding space trembled faintly.

"A Clan rumored to possess bloodlines dating back to the earliest eras of creation."

"And finally..."

"The Sacred Wardblood Clan."

The girl quietly repeated the name.

"Sacred Wardblood..."

The silver haired man nodded.

"A Clan famous for producing protectors capable of defending entire civilizations."

Silence followed.

The pink haired girl slowly looked toward the endless Universe.

"...The more you explain..."

"...the smaller I feel."

The silver haired man smiled gently.

"That feeling is normal."

"The Universe is unimaginably vast."

"No matter how powerful one becomes..."

"There will always be another mountain beyond the one you have climbed."

The girl remained silent before smiling brightly.

"Well..."

"At least now I know who not to make angry."

The silver haired man laughed quietly.

"That..."

"...is probably the wisest thing you have said today."

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