91 Chapter 91: The Vernon Clan (2/2)
” Grandfather was already at the pinnacle of Immortal Saint Realm that time so he was able to travel such a distance in just an hour's time. Despite having this strength, he was still unable to break out of the formation. The Formation Master let in 7 Saint-level fire-type beasts whichh were nurtured and trained by 7 Saint-level Beast Tamers. He was unable to hold on when he faced the seven beasts because the formation constantly drained his energy to the point of emptying his reserves and his great weakness against the flames of the beasts.”
”With no other choice, he used his immense life force in order to use a Forbidden Battle Technique, the Heavenly Tree Sacrifice! A Technique where the user sacrifices his life to become the seed of a Heavenly Tree and use any surrounding organism as a supplement for growth. It comcluded with everything in a radius of 10 kilometers to become fertilizer for the growth of the Heavenly Tree. By the time, my father and the royal legion arrived, all hope was already lost because they were too late. It did not end there because the six kings sent there forces to massacre our clan...” Barry's voice became even colder. It did not even seem that he was talking with Dylan anymore. He knew that it was all planned right from the start! An evil plan that continued to haunt Barry until this very day!
” With the main force gone, your clan was easily massacred... When your father and the legion came back immediately after being notified, but they were too late as well... Despite knowing everything was lost, they still wanted to get revenge for their loved ones but ultimately, died because they were outnumbered and their energy reserves was nearly depleted from the round trip...” Dylan could predict what happened next. It was truly a sad tale that made Dylan hate the six kings of that era even more.
”...” Barry could only remain silent because Dylan was absolutely on point and it happened exactly as he speculated it to have.
”How were you able to survive the massacre? Judging from the year it happened and your current age, it would be 503 years already and hat would mean you were only a 14 year old when the war happened. Is the complication from your youth related to the war? Something must have happened on the war that caused your cultivation to halt right? ” Dylan inquired again.
”Yes, it is due to the poison that Poison Masters set off during their assault. I discovered it was called Tri-fire Corrosive Poison Fog, an odorless red-violet fog capable of burning the body in an instant when inhaled totally. Just a whiff from it could infect the body and burn it from the inside. My mother and first brother risked their lives just to teleport me away with the clan's emergency Spatial Gate. During the transport, it was also the time the poison was set off. I inhaled a significant amount of the poison and experienced unbelievable pain inside my body as I was being transported. By the time I came to, my bloodline was suppressing the poison but the poison had already invaded my Spirit Veins. Thus, causing me to be stuck with the 11th level regardless of how hard I cultivate.”
”After that, the True King Clans and the Royal Clans tried to search for our founding scroll of our clan but it was with me, making their efforts futile. I hid myself and tried to find various ways to heal my affliction while surviving the cruelty of the world. I wanted to avenge my whole clan by slaughtering those old scums! But, I couldn't find a way to cultivate no matter how hard I tried!” Barton punched the ground because he felt how weak he weak he was.
He was supposed to be the hope of his clan but he couldn't cultivate. He cursed his fate of being weak with a helpless thought, 'If only I was stronger...'
”...” An awkward silence followed after. The two did not know what to say to each other at first but Dylan saw Barry's actions, he saw a reflection of himself and his desire to become stronger!
”They died an honorable death, Barton. The six kings were scum for plotting against your clan for the sake of freedom. Your clan was a righteous clan till it's death.” Dylan comforted.
”Thank you, Dylan Ford...” Barry had tears on his face when he heard what Dylan said. Those were the words he wanted to hear for his clan.
”I will help you kill those old bastards and heal you so that you can cultivate and kill them yourself. However, you need to swear a heavenly oath with me to be my sworn brother!” Dylan offered with a confident smile.
He felt that Barry was someone he could trust because they were similar to each other. Both their parents have died but Dylan was someone condemned buy the entire country and disowned by his father's clan while Barry was someone who the world thought was dead and whose clan has been killed. But most of all, it was because he saw himself in him.
”But that's... impossible! I have tried every means possible already! The Tri-fire Corrosive Poison Fog are poisons concocted by Poison Tyrants! Only Alchemy Saints can remove the poison and cure me. But if I go to one of the three Alchemy Saints, my bloodline would be recognized and the scroll would be lost! I cannot let that happen!” Barry could not understand how Dylan was so confident.
No matter what method he tried, he was still unable to find a way to cure himself unless he goes to one of the three Alchemy Saints.
”You don't have to necessarily go to one of the Alchemy Saints. I have a method but it's more theoretical. However, if it works, you can become someone who has the potential to surpass your grandfather, True King Vernon, himself!” Dylan smiled.
”?!” Barton had his eyes bulging from shock! A method that will allow him to heal himself and make him even stronger?! He never thought that it could exist even if it was theoretical!