Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 648: Summoned By The Ancient Ones...

Chapter 648: Summoned By The Ancient Ones…

“Tch, so much sacrifice. I’m not even worthy of them at all…” Zeras mused to himself, his nails digging deeper into his palms.

Right now, he finally possessed the power to save Vornek. But it was just too late. If he had been able to reach this level just around ten years ago, he would have done it already.

“But maybe? Maybe there could be hope. If the Undying Realm could bring a dead person back to life, then what could the elusive God Realm do? There had to be a cultivation stage that can take one directly back in time; there has to be a cultivation stage that can give one access to go to the Otherworld Realm and bring back souls of the dead.

“I swear by the only thing I care about most in the world, I’ll bring you back, Vornek. You, and everyone of your own who died in the war. I’ll keep fighting until I reach that realm…” Zeras swore to himself in conviction, slowly releasing his clenched hands.

To give in to his past inabilities seemed like what anyone who felt guilty of something would do. But instead of falling into guilt, why not look forward to the possibility of the impossible? The case of Vornek wouldn’t create a heart demon in him.

He would use it to strengthen his resolve to become something even more than simply undying!

With that passing, he was reminded of the guardian who had sacrificed his own undying life core to rejuvenate Jason so he could raise him up. He formerly had no idea, but only now did Zeras realize how loyal that guardian was.

From the conversation in the vision, he could tell that person was from his own clan, probably having to run away with him to save his life. And to allow Jason to take care of him, the guardian had passed away half his own cultivation in a blink, just to make sure Jason owed him enough to take care of him.

“How would someone do that, if not for a deep sense of loyalty towards the one who could have given him the mission to run away with him? To willingly part away half his own life core, just to make sure that the mission he was given could come to fruition! It was something that he couldn’t imagine.

Such deep loyalty to someone!

That was why even if he had to risk hell, he would surely go back home and see that man! That man who arrested a person’s loyalty so much.

He would go back and learn why he had to be sent away from the clan. Even if it costs him everything.

“Huuuu, just a little more time. Just a little more…” Zeras thought in his head, preparing to bring out his Nine Star Frost Art, but had his attention directed when he felt a sharp whooshing sound from outside his mountain abode.

He could already sense the undying aura and knew well it could only have been an elder. Opening the door to his mountain abode and exiting, he could see the elder, who made his eyebrows furrow a little as it was none other than Undying Narelle.

“The Ancient Ones seek your presence. Come with me…” she said, with no visible change in her expression, before turning into the distance and quickly becoming a light beam.

‘Tch, those damn Ancient monsters. When I am planning on avoiding them, they then ordered for me.

Just what do they even want from me?’ Zeras thought in his head, still not understanding the reason for the sudden attack of last time.

But quickly, he ascended into the air, quickly chasing after the figure of Undying Narelle to wherever she was leading him.

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“Here he comes…” The words boomed through the hall, which was placed in three strange lighting phenomena. A part of the hall was pitch dark, an intense soul-chilling darkness, a place where the existence of light itself had been banned.

In the middle of the hall, a crimson flare of light could be seen, possessing the chillingness of the color of blood, yet it radiated an instead warm aura like that of flames, equally.

A truly abstract and rare phenomenon of two opposites brought together.

The utmost left side of the hall was an entire world of ice and snow, a frigid whiteness with storms and gales of whiteness.

“We’re here,” Undying Narelle said as she slowly landed back onto the ground, Zeras landing behind her a few seconds later and his eyebrows couldn’t help but crease looking at what was in front of him.

A strange temple, whose roof and upper part had seemingly been slashed apart by some incredibly powerful blade. So powerful that the space in the path of the slash mark had yet to be healed!

“They are inside…” Undying Narelle said, before arising into the air and shooting away from the scene like a beam of light.

“Inside. I can’t even see anything…” Zeras mused, looking inside the pitch-black temple, which even his undying gaze couldn’t pierce through.

“Huuu.” Heaving a sigh, he walked into the pitch darkness, feeling the entire world suddenly changing immediately.

He stepped through the darkness, and right in front of his face were three people eliciting three strange phenomena.

A place of pitch darkness, where the Ancient Monster called Morana stood, her dull eyes looking at him as same as ever. In the middle was the crimson red light, where the only male ancient monster stood, and in the utmost left was none other than the white-colored ancient monster, with eyes as cold as the element she controlled.

What surprised him even more was that the three of them were all holding hands together, something that Zeras could feel was responsible for the strange lighting they were oozing.

Arriving before them, he got on one knee, his hands over his chest and his head slightly bowed. It was the mandatory greeting of the sect if a disciple sighted the ancient monster.

“You have called for my presence, ancient ones…”