Chapter 1303: Leaving the Prival World Chapter 1303: Leaving the Prival World Cain’s eyes widened as he heard the Demon King’s offer, and he could not help but look around in disbelief.
Even after all the life forms, buildings, and oceans were devoured, the Demon King’s Castle remained an impressive treasure.
“Are you really going to give it up?” Cain asked, his voice tinged with incredulity.
The Demon King only smiled as he heard Cain’s astonished question.
“While it might be impressive for you, it has long lost its use to ,” he replied calmly.
Cain did not say another word but instead clasped his hands and perford a deep bow, showing his profound gratitude for the gift. The Demon King’s smile widened as he saw the young man’s genuine gratitude.
He nodded, pleased with his reaction.
Suddenly, a sharp light appeared in his eyes, and his expression turned serious.
He looked upward as if sensing sothing beyond their perception.
“The ti for your departure has arrived,” he announced, his voice echoing slightly in the vast chamber. He turned his gaze back to the duo, focusing on ylin first.
“Although our encounter has been odd, you are now my heir,” he declared, his tone carrying both authority and warmth.
“Work hard and push yourself beyond your limits, not just for yourself, but for the honor of the Prima Depravita Race.” ylin’s eyes sharpened, filled with determination.
She bowed deeply toward the Demon King.
“I will not fail you, teacher, Master,” she pledged earnestly.
“I will make the na of the Prima Depravita Race proud.” The Demon King’s eyes softened slightly at her words.
“Good,” he replied simply, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
He then turned to Cain, his gaze piercing yet thoughtful.
“Young man, your talent and destiny are stunning, but rember, there is always a higher star,” he cautioned.
“Never allow yourself to feel complacent with your power.” Cain t his gaze steadily.
By any asure, he was a monster of talent-overwhelming in potential.
Not only was he a Dreamwalker, but he was also part of the Neo-Demon Race.
Such a combination could easily lead soone to lose themselves in glory, believing they were special enough not to push any harder.
But Cain was different. He kept a cold mind and understood that while his talent might be exceptional in the Helix Continent, in the universe’s grand sche, it was nothing extraordinary.
After all, there were entities whose fists could sunder universes and create life with re thoughts.
Compared to those beings, his destiny was far from enough.
“I understand,” Cain replied humbly.
“I will continue to strive and grow.” The Demon King could see the serenity and desire for growth in Cain’s eyes, and he nodded in satisfaction.
“Good,” he said.
“You have much potential.
Do not waste it.” He then waved his hand, and the world around them began to shift.
The grand hall and its surroundings vanished, replaced by a massive empty void.
The entire castle transford into a small black box the size of a fist, hovering in the air before them.
Before Cain could even adjust to the massive change, the Demon King threw the black box toward him.
Instinctively, Cain reached out, but instead of catching it, the small black box fused into his chest, forging a black tattoo over his heart. “Farewell, you two,” the Demon King said, his voice echoing in the void.
“I will reveal my na to you once we et in the higher realms of the Crimson World.
Until then, don’t die.” Those were the last words Cain and ylin heard before starlight enveloped their bodies, a radiant glow that lifted them off their feet.
In monts, they were taken out of the castle, phasing through the fabric of space itself.
As they vanished, the Demon King watched them return to the main dinsion of the Prival World and leave the realm alongside the rest of the dragon and saintess. Once the Demon King was completely alone, his eyes grew cold and cruel, a sharp contrast to the ntor-like deanor he had shown monts before.
Pure malice twisted his features as he turned toward the black cocoon that hovered nearby, which held a piece of the Sun Lord’s soul.
“Now that I finally have ti for myself,” he murmured, his voice dripping with nace, “I will show you the price for wanting to steal my power.” His aura darkened, and the space around him seed to tremble.
The cocoon pulsed as if sensing the impending doom.
— Back in the sky of the Howling Abyss, the powerhouses of the Tiamat Sect, Moon Cult, and the Sun Church were all waiting.
The deadline for the Prival World’s expedition was approaching, and they were prepared to receive the mbers of the younger generation who had entered.
The Immortal Dragon Bahamut, Lady Alune of the Moon, and Archangel Michael of the Sun Church exchange sharp glances.
The tension was palpable. There was no way to interact with the people inside the Prival World, so none of the three organizations had an idea of what had happened or what type of conflicts might have arisen.
However, given the animosity between the Tiamat Sect and the Sun Church, the chances of violent confrontations were high.
All the powers were ready to act in case a battle were to erupt upon the expedition’s return.
Archangel Michael maintained a facade of calm, but beneath it, he was anxious.
Unlike Bahamut and Lady Alune, the Archangel was sure there would be a battle the mont the Prival World’s expedition ended.
According to their plans, Helios would have managed to obtain the power of the Demon King and kill all the dragons before enslaving the satintess of the Moon Cult. However, sothing was bothering the leader of the Sun Church-the lack of communication from the Sun Lord.
Even if keeping control over his incarnation required great effort, the Sun Lord should have given him a rundown of the situation so he could prepare better.
Yet, for the past year, there had only been silence.
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