Within the cage of essence sucking metals, Hela and First Saint Son were still lying, now devoid of most of their energies. They had never felt so weak in their lives. Unfortunately for them, Dyon had forgotten to check his trap after he came back from Chaos Universe, resulting in this scene. 𝘪𝘦.𝘤𝑜

This was definitely a new kind of torture. Not only could they not cultivate, there was nothing to pass their time with. If it wasn’t for the fact they had another human across from them, they might have started to go mad. Luckily, they were also martial warriors, so their mental strength surpassed that of mortals.

“Who do you think put us in here?” Although he was often called First Saint Son, the truth was that he wasn’t even a saint anymore. His true name was Baldric Uidah. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever go home. He had taken on such a dangerous mission… If he knew that it was his loyalty to his Clan that resulted in him losing both his prestige and his woman, maybe he would have gone mad already.

Baldric had shown great talent in his youth, earning him the right to be betrothed to First Celestial Daughter, the very same woman Dyon promised the former First Essence Son to help woo.

Unfortunately for Baldric, the talent he displayed was only great in comparison to the Uidah Clan of old. With so many new talents popping up, all of whom were being fostered by Dyon’s top grade pills, the former shining sun that he was had been eclipsed.

He didn’t know it now, but his marriage to First Celestial Daughter had already been annulled. Yet, here he was, still putting his life on the line for his Clan. The martial world was truly cruel.

“Does it matter?” Hela said weakly, mumbling under her breath. She had switched out of her battle armor and in more comfortable robes. But, this didn’t make her feel much better. “We’ve taken a risk we shouldn’t have… My Ragnor Clan already lost Loki and Thor, now they’ll lose Hela too… Congratulations.”

“Lost Loki and Thor?” Of course, Baldric didn’t know this. The loss of their connection to those faith seeds was a top grade secret. However, Hela couldn’t be bothered to care anymore. She had made too many sacrifices for that damned Clan of hers and look at what she had received in return.

Baldric pondered the news before laughing hoarsely. “I knew a woman like you wouldn’t like the way her Clan did things. But to think you’d flip so quickly. It’s only been four years, shouldn’t you be a bit more loyal than that?”

Hela snorted. Before she was even born, she was betrothed to the vile Loki. She had been his elder by many decades, but to think that lascivious bastard would start sexually harassing her before he balls had even grown hair. Yet, she could only accept it.

The moment she saw an opportunity to go on this long mission, she jumped at it, wanting nothing to do with Loki. In fact, a large part of the reason she wore such revealing armor was because it made Loki angry. She took whatever inkling of control she could.

“I wonder what you’d do if you found out that your precious First Celestial Daughter was in bed with another man right now.” Hela sneered. She barely thought about her words, whether it be because of her anger toward Baldric’s statement, or how tired she was. However, who would know that Baldric would have paled at her off-hand comment.

Baldric had already felt his Clan growing more distant from him as the years progressed. It had already been 15 years or so since they stopped replying to his messages.

At least Hela was still a faith seed wielder of her family, but he didn’t have such a thing. Of course, his bloodline was still quite thick, which was why he was so talented. But, that hardly mattered as much as a faith seed… If the Demon Sage could be chased out of the Pakal Clan in favor of a faith seed wielder, then what the hell did he count for?

In the end, there was silence after Hela’s words, one that lasted for another week…

“Do you think they’ll just let us die here?” Baldric suddenly asked.

To think that two geniuses like them would flame out like this. After hundreds of years of trials and tribulations… They were unresigned.

At this time, although Hela and Baldric couldn’t hear them due to the special properties of the metal, a few voices were approaching.

“What is this?” A familiar voice Dyon would have recognized as his Demon General Thadius.

“This is a prison Dyon had me construct within Celestial Deer Corner. Although I built it, it was Dyon who set the formations. They redirect anyone who has permission to use our teleportation arrays without the Key Wielders consent, but doesn’t have Dyon’s mark, here.” This voice was none other than Meiying’s.

“Why did you want me to come here?”

“Because, that bastard Dyon actually came back yet didn’t say hello to any of us! I bet he was so eager to run off to Big Sister Madeleine that he forgot to check the prison even though he said he’d handle it. So his plans don’t stall, it’s best we check to see if there really were any loopholes or if Dyon was being paranoid. If there are, his plans can proceed smoothly.

“Anyone in here is likely to be very weak by now, but still stay on guard. Don’t make a frail young lady like me have to fight.” Meiying teased with a bright, beautiful smile.

“Hey, don’t smile at me like that.” Thadius said with his guard up. He had only just finally managed to get Ronica and River to agree to marry him, he didn’t need Meiying’s teasing to ruin his life.

Meiying only giggled, reaching for the prison entrance.

**

Above Soul Rending Peak, Amphorae slowly descended with Lyla, Zaire and Damaris in tow. Although she wanted to head to the conference immediately, she took the feelings of Lyla and Zaire into account and allowed them to come and see some friends and family. As for Damaris, she was dragged along due to the fact Amphorae had to keep an eye on her. At least for now, her life wasn’t her own.

When Amphorae appeared above Planet Agios, she had stated her name as Amphorae Sacharro. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t mean much, but after finding out that Lyla and Zaire were familiar with Damaris and had also told her about how their elder brother was a saint, yet capable of defeating her, she had no choice but to take Damaris.

Either one of these events alone wasn’t a big deal, however, together, they all pointed toward Dyon’s true identity. It wasn’t exactly a big deal for Dyon’s connection with Amphorae to be exposed, but the problem was his connection with Zaire and Lyla. Simply put, if Damaris spread this information with Dyon being unawares, he could make moves very detrimental to himself without being aware.

Damaris’ brows furrowed, but had no choice but to consent. There was no one left in her Clan powerful enough to fight off Amphorae. Although they did have a Higher Existence Ancestor and a few Peak Dao Formation experts who wouldn’t go to something as petty as a conference, they had been in seclusion for several thousand years. They wouldn’t come out just to save her.

‘Why do I sense a familiar aura here…’

The moment Damaris stepped into Soul Rend Universe, she felt incomparably comfortable. It seemed like the Feng Shui here was balanced to perfection… She was almost certain that this was a Clan at such a high level that she couldn’t fathom it. Who knows how she’d react if she knew that this was the current 98th rank quadrant?

However, she also sensed something else. Not just one Dragon aura… But two? No, not just two, there was a third, but their bloodline was so suppressed that even Damaris almost didn’t catch it.

Without a word Damaris flashed over the Sect. Amphorae didn’t bother making a move and just watched with a raised eyebrow.

It was at that moment that Giralda’s brow twitched. “Who?…”

With the former Master’s status, he had earned a spot in the inner sect, so he was allowed to move his family in with him. Of course, Giralda could also earn an inner disciple position herself, but she had never spoken to Dyon about it.

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