Celestial Bloodline

Chapter 773: Realm of the Dead VIII

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A chill ran down Kyle's spine at the sound of the voice. He turned his head to his left and saw the familiar figure of the man he hadn't seen in a long time arriving beside him.

Azazeal didn't glance at him again; his obsidian gaze was fixed on the void in the distance from which the cries of confusion and bewildered souls were emanating as he mumbled something no one could hear.

His eyes brimmed with a madness and darkness that signaled he wouldn't hesitate to annihilate and obliterate anything that obstructed him at that moment.

Kyle couldn't breathe when he sensed the aura radiating from Azazeal's body. It was so dark and powerful that it made him feel like the strength he possessed at that moment was entirely insignificant.

Damien and Ceano also seemed to sense that something was very, very wrong with Azazeal. Instead of waiting for praise from their master, they both turned and vanished without looking back, their hearts pounding loudly in their chests.

Kyle stared hazily at the back of the tall man who let out a menacing, crazed laugh before rushing toward the void.

He turned his gaze toward Lara and Jian, panic flashing in his eyes when he saw they were still far from the crack.

He wanted to help them, but when he tried to, his body began to shatter. His bloodline stilled and finally allowed him to move.

"Ah..."

A soft cry escaped his lips. It was agonizing, so much so that he wanted to scream. But he didn't-because he didn't want to attract the attention of the crazed man peering into the void in the distance.

Ultimately, he lifted his hazy eyes to look at Odiak and James, who snapped out of their daze under his intense stare. Without Kyle needing to say anything, they instinctively understood what he wanted.

Lara and Jian gasped as they witnessed what was happening to Kyle. With startled eyes, they saw his body shatter. But before the two could comprehend the situation or rush toward him, Odiak activated a strong artifact to transport both of them away.

Odiak shut his eyes at the sight of the gleaming icy blue particles floating around the purely golden soul amidst the darkness. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing; it was not that he hadn't seen individuals lose their bodies and create new ones as long as their soul and consciousness were intact, but after knowing Kyle, he never imagined Kyle would go through

it.

James glanced at Azazeal's figure, witnessing dark energy erupting from his body and engulfing everything. He wanted to help Kyle, so he tried to use the natural law of space to assist his soul in escaping the area, but it was as if an invisible barrier enveloped the soul, rendering his strength ineffective within Kyle's vicinity. He gritted his teeth and decided to try again with an artifact this time, but suddenly a burst of purple energy surged from Azazeal, shattering everything in the vicinity.

The sheer force was so powerful and overwhelming that both James and Odiak were violently propelled back into the crack. They groaned in pain as the closing crack fractured under the relentless power. By a narrow margin, they both managed to escape the crack with their lives. Hazy-that's how everything appeared to Kyle. Cold was the only sensation he felt. It was as if he were naked, yet simultaneously encased in chilling ice. He felt vulnerable, weak, and powerless.

He couldn't speak, nor could he feel his body, but he remained conscious as he felt himself plummeting downward.

The scene before him was very familiar: darkness intertwined with swirling purple particles. Azazeal's figure loomed, laughing maniacally at the heart of the devastation as he unleashed his power on the void.

Countless souls surged from the gray void, only to be annihilated without hesitation by Azazeal as his dark eyes flicked around, just as Kyle had seen in his vision.

Kyle gazed silently at the sky as everything around him disintegrated into nothingness, echoing with the cries of lost souls.

He felt his own presence in the sky directly behind Azazeal and thought... Ah, this was the moment when he used his skill to catch a glimpse of the impending future.

Azazeal noticed him but ignored him. It seemed the man cared about nothing else but the person he was searching for among the countless souls.

He mumbled frantically as he tore apart and destroyed every confused soul in sight without a hint of hesitation.

"Where is she?? Where is she?!"

Kyle watched silently. He wanted to ask Azazeal if the man was searching for Lilith's soul, the woman who had betrayed him in the past. But he didn't have a body, so he couldn't speak. Perhaps it was because he had lost his body, but now he felt no fear even as he saw the sky

collapse.

Kyle had believed that losing his physical body would be difficult and that it would take him a long, long time to form a new one, especially since he didn't know how.

However, he sensed his bloodline working to craft a new body for him, almost eagerly.

He questioned why it forced him to stay when he could have escaped the place, and he received his answer in the next moment.

As Azazeal destroyed everything, a half, glistening, golden, palm-sized core rolled out from the area near the massive void.

It stopped beside Kyle's soul, and he desperately wanted to laugh, as its scent was eerily similar to the Tree of Fate.

Now, he understood why the last two seals sealing the Realm of the Dead had suddenly cracked and turned to dust.

The shadow generals had used the fragment of the Tree of Fate's core they had stolen from the elven planet and concealed it near the seals, in a location where its scent was entirely obscured by the scent of the seals, which is why Kyle couldn't detect it. That core's power destroyed the seals.

His bloodline was aware of everything that was about to happen, as he could sense it consuming the glistening core nearby and shaping a new, more powerful body for him-one that could merge with it.