Chapter 2250 - Return1 (1/2)

In a distant corner of the mortal plane, a young man of average looks sat on a boulder silently, his gaze unmoving from a piece of shattered jade in his hand.

Though his expression gave away nothing, the depths of his eyes flickered with an unceasing torrent of emotions.

Rage, sadness, confusion… He simply couldn't understand.

Someone of her standing would most definitely have a life saving jade, why hadn't it activated? Even if it didn't active, who could have laid a hand on her to begin with? She was too smart… to highly valued…

The young man didn't even notice when his frame began to tremble. He was unshakeable, a sturdy mountain that had stood for millennia, nothing had ever affected him to this extent. Most matters simply rolled off his shoulders, met by his carefree smile and nonchalant demeanor.

Yet she, the only person he cared about in this world, was dead.

'Show me. Show me what happened.'

The shattered jade crumbled to dust, whirling into a vortex of light green gold that grew steadily in momentum. Soon, the image was projected for him to see.

However, he was astonished to find that there was nothing there. It was as though something was obstructing his vision.

'That's impossible…'

He knew well the level of treasure that was in his hand. There was nothing on the mortal plane it couldn't see through. Aritzia herself had never even known he had attached such a thing to her. Yet, the very thing he trusted so much had actually failed.

Just as the young man was about to give up, the black image trembled. Who knew what happened, but the restriction was lifted.

'No, this was deliberate. Whoever killed my Aritzia used some sort of seal, a seal more powerful than anything I could imagine, causing her life saving jade to fail to activate. After the deed was done, whoever they are realized this seal was no longer needed and removed it… Whatever is left now should be the final moments of her life…'

As the image slowly cleared, the young man's heart clenched.

Aritzia fell to the ground, her white gown completely covered in blood. However, there was a smile on her face in her final moments.

When he heard her last words, a different kind of pain seared his ċhėst, one that made his throat feel as though lava was dripping down its walls… his lungs feel as though there wasn't enough air… his heart feel as though it would never beat again.

The final thing he saw before the image faded to black was Dyon's condescending glance, that unfeeling glare hardly fluctuated beneath the words that should have been said to him. The young man could tell that Dyon truly didn't care.

Staring blankly into space, the young man sat motionless.