Chapter 48 - Chaotic Space (1/2)

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Yan Zaizen's rage in his heart was beyond the word intense. It was almost overpowering every other sensation in his body. He just wanted to go home! Why does this keep happening?! Yet, Wu Yuanxu had been dealt an extraordinary blow and he was schemed against once more.

When he thought of Wu Yuanxu, his rage couldn't help but turn into sorrow, but then even more rage filled him. He knew Wu Yuanwu was dead. The strike completely blew through his chest and leaving a gaping hole, one without a heart and some other organs. Others may not have seen what happened, but with his spiritual sense, how could he not?

”Senior Uncle Yuan…” The old man was nice to him from the moment he met him, he inducted him into the Anima Syndicate, warned him about the Ying and He Clan, and even operated the spatial platform for him. However, he died!

Why?!

If she wanted to kill him, so be it. But why kill Wu Yuanxu?

He did nothing.

He didn't deserve it.

With gritted teeth, he was shot into some unknown area of complete darkness. There was no light, no stars, no earth, no air, no world essence, and no life. This was chaotic space!

Currently, he could feel it trying to rip him to shreds, sending him throughout all space into tiny bits until his existence was thoroughly wiped out.

Fortunately, his aurora-like soul energy covered his body and resisted the ripping force. However, it was being worn down quickly. It's only been thirty seconds, but it felt like several days. It didn't take long before his soul energy was exhausted, and he could no longer resist the ripping force.

It tore at his body, but his Herculean Physique was not one to be underestimated. Even with it, bits of his flesh was being ripped off his body. His entire existence was being pulled apart as if being shredded from its molecular bond.

”Ahhh!!!” He screamed in agony. The ripping force wasn't limited to just his physical body even his soul form felt it. ”I...need...to...survive!” He told himself, he kept on doing so till he lost count. No matter what, he needed to survive. Survive, go home, and get revenge for Wu Yuanxu's death.

Most importantly, he needed to go home.

When he thought of why his desire to return home remained constant, he couldn't help but feel tears well in his eyes. As they did, the tears were ripped apart from all directions into nothingness.

He was seventeen this year. Every month for the past twelve years, he would visit his parents' graves, clean them and tell them about his life, his troubles, his achievements, and his hopes. He had so much to tell now. Before, it was always filled with bad news, but now...he had so much to tell.

So much.

He wondered if the people of his clan were taking care of their graves in his absence. If they kept his mother's favorite flowers watered and left with enough sunlight so they could be as pleasant as the smile he remembered. If his father's favorite wine was poured on his grave so he could tell his drunken jokes to his mother in the afterlife. The things they loved the most, did people give it to them so they can enjoy it? Would they wonder why he's gone? If he's dead...

Would they be worried?