Ember Skywalker

Chapter 33 A Horrifying Meeting! The Creation of Destiny!

"Brother, I'm back!" Raven pushed the door open excitedly and shouted.

Following behind him was a priest in a white robe, it was Charlie.

There are only a few days left until the one-month deadline.

"Brother, you're back."

John seemed to have grown up a little and even spoke fluently.

"Brother! Mom is saved! This is Pastor Charlie."

Seeing Pastor Charlie, John stepped back in horror.

However, when he saw Caroline beside him, he trembled and stepped forward, using his body to protect her bed.

"Don't be afraid, Master Charlie is here to save Mom." Raven explained quickly.

Charlie gave John a gentle smile:

"I see the precious quality of courage in you, my dear child. I won't hurt her."

John glanced at Raven, the vigilance in his eyes receded slightly, and he stepped aside.

The old priest carefully examined Caroline's condition and then chanted a spell.

A ball of milky white light floated above Caroline and fell down as milky white rain.

When the light rain stopped, Caroline's face turned rosy and she looked much more energetic.

Raven kept staring at her mother, and was thrilled to see that she was getting better.

All the stress from these days just melts away!

"Master, when will she wake up?" Raven asked.

Reverend Charlie frowned.

“Not yet. The Rain of Life can only maintain her vitality, but cannot heal her exhausted functions.

Perhaps, only those things that contain the essence of life can wake her up."

"What is it?"

"The source blood of the star dragon, the life essence of the unicorn, or the boiling blood of the ancient Zhan Meng."

Raven's heart suddenly sank.

The Star Dragon is a holy-level beast that lives in the Dragon Territory. How did he get its source blood?

Not to mention the Ancient War Meng, the most terrifying overlord on land, whose boiling blood even the Apocalypse giants dare not even claim to be able to obtain.

The golden unicorn is relatively weaker, but that's only compared to the first two. It's no different from torturing itself to death.

Besides, they were so rare that he had no way of finding them.

Charlie's words were in vain.

"Oh, thank you, Master." Raven smiled bitterly.

"Brother, Mom...is there no hope?" John asked carefully after Charlie left.

"It's okay, I'll find a way. She's safe for now."

The two fell into a deep sleep.

"Damn it, it's this damn dream again!"

Raven found herself in that world again, and in an exotic room.

At this moment he was looking at himself in the mirror——

A young man of eighteen or nineteen, full of vigor and vitality, with a wicked smile on his face.

This feeling is very strange. I am clearly in this body, but I am just a bystander.

Today he finally advanced to the realm of Revelation, but among the children of the same age, there was not even a single one who reached the Saint level.

His father was drunk tonight and smiled at him for the first time in his life, but he couldn't adapt to it!

"My son, our family is the guardian family of the Purple Yuan Preface. We have supreme honor and also shoulder endless responsibilities.

The reason why I am so strict with you is that you must become strong, hopelessly strong!

This is the only way to carry on the family responsibility.”

Thinking back to his father's words, he finally understood his father's painstaking efforts.

"Father, I will definitely do it," he said in a low voice.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"It's me." My father's voice came from outside.

The young man quickly opened the door.

"My son, today you advance to the realm of apocalypse, I want to show you something."

"what?"

"Come with me."

Wittgenstein followed his father to the highest floor hall of the floating city.

The hall is very spacious, with a golden altar in the center.

There was a large green sword stuck on it, and the space around the sword was twisted and folded layer by layer.

The moment Wittgenstein saw the greatsword, a fierce and violent aura that crushed everything swept over him.

His body suddenly trembled, and his bones creaked as if they were about to break at any moment. "Ah!"

Wittgenstein let out a scream and was about to kneel down.

"Don't kneel! Hold on!" At this moment, my father's voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Wittgenstein mustered up his strength and struggled to stand up.

After about half a minute, the aura of the greatsword suddenly rolled back, and all the pressure disappeared.

"Father, I'm holding on, cough cough!" At this time, Wittgenstein was already shaky.

The middle-aged man stared at Wittgenstein blankly, his face full of shock.

"Passed the test? You passed!" He was suddenly ecstatic.

"Father, what passed?"

"You have passed the test of the artifact." The middle-aged man pointed at the big sword and said excitedly.

"Artifact?"

"Yes, do you know why our family is so respected?"

Wittgenstein shook his head when he heard this.

"That's because a Titan was born among our ancestors."

"Titan?!"

The young man was completely shocked.

Titans are the existences that rank at the top of the starry sky. How could a Titan have appeared in my family?

"Not bad!"

The man said with admiration.

"After the ancestor became a Titan, he protected this world for a long time, and then disappeared in the void tide, and there was no news of him again."

And this sword is the divine weapon he once used, called the Blade of Creation.

It is said that it was created by the creator of fate and possesses powerful power of destiny.

But after the ancestors disappeared, the artifact fell into silence, and no guardian could pick it up anymore."

"Even you?"

"No, I'm not even close."

The man smiled wryly.

“When I was promoted to the Apocalypse Realm, my father brought me here to be tested.

I couldn't hold on that time, so this weapon will never react to me again.

You actually passed the test, which means you have been recognized by it.

Then one day you will be able to pull it out.

Promise me, my son, that you will do it."

Looking at his father's expectant eyes, Wittgenstein nodded heavily.

"I will!"

“Is this the divine weapon?”

As the two talked, Riven kept staring at the Blade of Creation.

For some reason, when the sword moved unusually, he felt his consciousness tremble violently.

It seemed as if he had some kind of resonance with the sword and wanted to rush up and embrace it.

Just as he was still in shock, an inhuman face gradually emerged from the surface of the Blade of Creation and looked at him quietly.

This face exudes an eternal and primitive aura that makes people want to surrender.

Especially those compound eyes seemed to be made up of countless stars. Once stared at, I felt like my soul was about to collapse.

It's him!

Rui had seen this face before, on the ceiling mural of St. Peter's Basilica!

Why is he here again?

Strange, didn’t Wittgenstein and his father notice it?

On the other side, the two looked at the big sword with joy, and there was nothing unusual at all.

He believed that if they saw that face, they would definitely lose their composure like him.

Raven's heart moved, and he was about to call Wittgenstein to ask him to pay attention to that face.

Because he didn't know whether this face was hostile to him, it would be better for him to try it out.

Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden change of light and shadow before his eyes, and then his soul flew up.

The next moment he found himself in a closed space, surrounded by bizarre and colorful lights.

Before he could understand what was happening, mist appeared in front of his eyes, and an inhuman face slowly emerged from it.

It was the same face that had frightened him before.

As soon as this face appeared, it began to change instantly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into billions of faces.

A tremendous pressure suddenly descended, almost causing Riven's consciousness to collapse!
"Who... who are you?" Raven asked in horror.

"I am the creature of destiny."

(End of this chapter)