Celestial Bloodline

Chapter 662: It's almost comical



Azazeal fixed his gaze on the bloodied man. He noticed the blue particles mending Kyle's wounds but chose not to intervene.

"You are right. That's one of the reasons."

He counted on his fingers, yet as always, couldn't fully unravel Kyle's fate or his next moves. There lay numerous paths that the human could take.

"The second reason I spared your life in the No Mana Land is because, even though just a bit, you were a mirror image of me."

He peered down at Kyle.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"The third reason is that your bloodline can attract the Celestial spirits. I am sure that having you as a bait to find them was more valuable than getting rid of you."

Kyle felt a chill run down his spine when the corners of Azazeal's lips curved upward.

"Final reason, how can I kill a friend? But you're becoming so dangerous that I want to get rid of you."

A beam of dark energy burst from his fingertips and shot towards Kyle's heart at lightning speed, but his eyes narrowed as the human made no attempt to escape. There was no struggle at all.

Kyle mumbled something quietly, and in an instant, his whole body burst into countless particles. The beam destroyed everything, yet the particles effortlessly glided away towards the massive portal in the sky.

Azazeal gazed at the floating particles and released an amused chuckle. He could have easily force Kyle back, but only if he had arrived here with his true body.

"I couldn't predict his departure until the final moment... Didn't he acquire the fruit of fate? Why hadn't he consumed it yet?"

He pondered aloud and started inspecting the array Kyle had constructed in the tomb. He was highly skilled in arrays... no, he was proficient in all professions existing in this universe. However, he got distracted when he felt a familiar presence behind him.

"Oh... it appears one of Kyle's comrades remained in the tomb. To rescue him?"

Azazeal remained suspended in the air. Dark energy began emanating from his body, flowing towards the man he sensed had halted a short distance from him.

"Kyle gave me a gift... I am sure I should reciprocate with a gift as well."

Suddenly, his gaze narrowed as he sensed the space behind him fracturing, permitting someone who shouldn't have been able to enter this realm, or more precisely, this time, to materialize behind him.

Azazeal slowly tilted his head back to gaze at the two similar-looking figures floating in the distance. His eyes flickered with the realization that an intruder had breached a barrier of time to revisit his past.

"Someone among them has mastered the natural laws of time and space when they had just stepped into the supreme rank... Why did I not finish them?"

He wondered aloud and wanted to forcefully tear apart the fabric of time to eliminate the red-haired man who had arrived to visit his past. But his actions stopped as he felt the air around him growing eerily tranquil.

"The tomb is about to explode..."

Azazeal's eyes narrowed at the words that slipped out of his mouth. The array Kyle had constructed was not only meant to get everyone out of the tomb; it also involved destroying everything once they had left.

He attempted to dismantle the array to prevent the tomb from detonating.

"It's too late... the array has already consumed every speck of energy in this tomb. Kyle needs to eat the fruit of fate. Otherwise, with his fate unknown, I can never predict his next move."

He took in his dark surroundings. An old memory of a boy trapped in a separate space, witnessing the devastation of his entire race, flickered through his mind. He softly hummed before gently setting foot on the ground below.

"It seems that even the land where the blessed race once lived will now vanish... When this place fades, their entire existence will disappear along with it."

He walked on the broken pieces of the marble statue, a stark difference from the past when he stumbled around this very place with an empty stomach. Now, he had the power to obliterate the universe.

"It's almost comical."

The space around him burst into a magnificent show of glowing particles, dispersing like fireflies in the shadows. Despite the destruction around him, his body remained unscathed as a dark shield encased him to protect him. His once quiet surroundings crackled with electricity as debris flew in all directions, flames danced wildly, and the ground trembled beneath his feet. Yet, he strolled through it all with a nonchalant expression.

"The shadow generals are not helping much. I have to do everything on my own. I still need to find five more spirits... Just a bit more, and I will reach them once again."

Suddenly, purple and obsidian particles emanated from his skin, forming a purple flower with multiple petals nestled between his collarbones. The flower petals emitted a faint yet dazzling light, tainted by red and dark spots within.

Before him, the space cracked open, offering him a path to leave the crumbling place. After one final look at the crumbling place he once called home, he stepped into the dark crack, which disappeared behind him into nothingness.

On the other hand, in the Sacred Divine Land, after the nature's favorite took down one of the shadow generals in the Gladiator Arena, his name echoed across the Sacred Divine Land and beyond, spanning every planet in the universe. Those who failed in the Gladiator Arena reached out to their guardians to spread word of Kyle's strength and the power of the silver- haired man.

It's barely been a month since the Lost Treasure Tomb opened in the Sacred Divine Land, and the victor of the Gladiator Arena ventured into the tomb to seek treasures and enhance their

strength.

The shock and joy from one of the shadow generals getting killed hadn't quite settled in the outside world when, all of a sudden, the sky above the Sacred Divine Land cracked open, creating a huge portal from which countless people started pouring out.