Chapter 262 - New Art? Mystic Realm Of Isolation! (1/2)
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Lycan's Heavenly Vault.
”Are we truly doing this?” Admah calmly asked. Abrams, the Lycan peak expert, slowly nodded his head in response. His eyes were dim, but in the depths of them was a faint hope. This hope wasn't towards Yan Zaizen but towards the heaven and their governed belief.
In the belief system of the 7th Heaven, they deeply believe their Heavenly God, the True Faith Heavenly God, who is essentially their sky and their ground. In his teachings, he deems that in his heaven there will always be a route for salvation, but this route of salvation will require the will and desire to pursue it.
The saying was simply put: ”There is always a road of safety beneath the heavens.”
A male Heavenly Commander who had followed Abrams since their youths spoke, ”I believe in Ancestral Lord's judgment.” His words were filled with a near fanatical belief and steel-biting resolve, as if he was willing to live and die by Abrams choices.
”...” Admah gave this man a side glance and said nothing else.
King Moshe's eyes still contained hostility as he looked at Admah and Levana, but it was far less than before. ”Do we have another choice? If the heavens have left us a path of escape, then this is it. What if we fail to grasp it?” The tone in his voice was slightly despondent.
”What if it's not our path?” Levana softly voiced. To her, there were still options they could take, the most obvious being fighting with their very lives on the line. If the Lycan race as a whole was willing to go into battle with the mentality of self-detonation, igniting their heavenly shrines, or burning their primal blood, would the Darnixian actually be willing to pursue it to the end?
”You wish to go down the path of mutual destruction in the slight hope we survive?!” King Moshe's rage once again flared, ”If it wasn't for you and Admah, would we even be in this situation?!” His fangs bared and his claws twitched, as if ready to reap away lives. He hated these two deeply. The others had expressions of discontent as well, but they kept their opinions to themselves. That being said, their silence was a tacit agreement to King Moshe's claims.
Abrams deeply sighed. Glancing at these two top-tier cultivators with the chance to supplant his current role as leader of their race, he felt complex emotions. This was especially so considering that Levana was his daughter. In truth, this is likely the only reason they weren't killed off for their actions.
Looking at Abrams conflicted expression, King Moshe's thoughts traveled to his daughter whose fate was unknown. His daughter was safe from this calamity, being out of the realm, but she was adamant about trying to find a lifeline for the Lycan race. With her brave and heroic spirit, she recruited members of varying guilds in the promise of grand rewards. This force she accumulated was not to be underestimated, even seventh-floor Heavenly Genesis experts were recruited. Alas, her good intentions were for naught as the enemy was simply far too terrifying.
The force collapsed instantly in a trap, his daughter was captured by Eitan, and their fate remained as uncertain as before.
With each memory flashing of his daughter, from her birth, to her toddler-years as he taught her, to adolescence where she showed traces of being the woman she was today, and finally as she reached her current state, his thoughts became further dragged in madness and rage.
”You ungrateful bastards! YOU ADULTEROUS BASTARDS WITH NO SHAME!!” His aura had erupted fully within the confines of the vault, his muscles violently bulged and veins sprouted as his blood flowed with immense vigor, and his eyes shined with the brilliance of an apex predator!
Admah and Levana looked at King Moshe without the slightest hint of fear, their eyes even contained a trace of unified mockery. With their strength, which exceeded King Moshe, and their status and backing being the Ancestral Lord himself, how could they fear him? This display was nothing but empty air.
”Silence!” Abrams thunderously shouted. With those words, the essence that originated from the heavens turned sluggish slightly, causing a sensation of discomfort to all those present. King Moshe's momentum and aura were immediately doused, his expression ugly to the extreme. His eyes continued to emanate deep and unrestrained killing intent towards these two, his gaze never leaving them for a single moment. It was as if, as long as they spoke a single word, he would immediately strike disregarding even Abrams.
”We must remain united to survive this,” Abrams strongly stated. The others felt conflicted, but the majority agreed with the notion. After all, they were undoubtedly stronger together. This was proven countless times in their history, and why their race wasn't spread out among many realms like others.
Abrams didn't feel like lingering any longer, double-checking Yan Zaizen's demands to ensure that all materials were gathered, he stepped forward. A spatial slit appeared before him and he entered it calmly. The others hesitated for a moment, their expressions complex or filled with devoted belief. To many, this was a ridiculous route to take, but to those who had a high amount of faith, not only in their leader but in the heavens, they had radical hope.
Stepping into the rift, they vanished from the vault. In the end, only Levana, Admah, and King Moshe remained.
Levana looked deeply at King Moshe with a hint of disdain, ”You should focus your wild energy elsewhere, like on your daughter perhaps.” Leaving that aggressive remark, she stepped into the spatial slit. King Moshe growled deeply in response, wanting nothing more than to rip her limb from limb.
Admah stood before King Moshe, looking him in the eyes, and the usual calmness in his gaze wavered. His eyes seemed as if it wanted to convey a thousand things, but he couldn't say one. After sounding a rare and soft sigh filled with complex and difficult to convey emotion, he stepped into the spatial rift.