Chapter 1444: Seeing Sadie Dudley Again
Chapter 1444: Seeing Sadie Dudley Again
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the depths of the secret chamber, a black stone emitted a faint glow, illuminating the surroundings as a scene unfolded before them.
The image of the black ark flickered into view, followed by glimpses of Bilal Yarbro and Lauritz Hagan, who had been covertly observing Braydon Neal’s activities within the Hall of Souls.
They had stumbled upon a startling revelation—a discovery Bilal had initially suspected but had lacked certainty until now.
Lauritz relayed this revelation to the cosmos headquarters, prompting the Yin Yang Holy Master to issue strict orders: maintain discretion regarding Braydon’s affairs and refrain from coercive actions within the Spirit Sea.
These instructions carried significant implications—suggesting that even Lauritz and his companions were bound by Braydon’s decisions.
The magnitude of the secret Braydon harbored hinted at its profound implications.
“Lord Bilal, Lord Lauritz,” the trio bowed deferentially as they acknowledged their superiors’ presence.
“I’ve secured control over Hall of Souls No.788 in relation to Braydon’s activities. All pertinent images have been expunged, and any further recording related to Braydon is strictly prohibited. Is that clear?” Lauritz’s directive left no room for misunderstanding.
Beckham Jovel dared to broach a sensitive topic, “Sir, could His Highness’ Origin Separation Technique be linked to a secret technique?”
Lauritz’s response was swift and unequivocal, his eyes flashing with a hint of menace. “Silence! Such matters are not for you to speculate on!”
He even entertained the notion of summoning his true form to descend into the Spirit Sea.
However, such a move would inevitably alert the supreme powers of the cosmos, prompting them to dispatch investigators.
Any slight disturbance would place Braydon in grave peril.
Beckham was visibly shaken by the revelation, his face draining of color as he promptly knelt before Lauritz.
“I was unaware of the protocol. Please forgive my ignorance, Lord Lauritz!”
“Anyone who speaks out of turn will face dire consequences,” Lauritz warned sternly. “The three of you will safeguard Braydon. Once I descend into the Spirit Sea, I’ll grant you freedom and extend your lifespan by 100,000 years.”
Grateful for the opportunity, Beckham and his companions expressed their heartfelt thanks before pledging their unwavering loyalty.
“We’ll abide by your commands, Lord Lauritz,” they vowed.
“Remember, I can discern your thoughts through the Hall of Souls. Should any of you harbor treacherous intentions, I’ll not only extinguish your physical forms but also obliterate your souls,” Lauritz cautioned, his warning punctuated by swift reprimands.
The gravity of Braydon’s situation lingered heavily in their minds, reinforced by the ominous warning from the Yin Yang Holy Master.
His assertion that Braydon’s origins surpassed comprehension was a sobering reminder, dissuading any further discussion of mentoring Braydon.
As the transmission concluded, Beckham and his companions were left reeling, their bodies slick with perspiration as they breathed sighs of relief.
Inside the black ark, Bilal remained curious, his inquiry directed at Lauritz.
“I’ve observed His Highness Braydon’s actions in the Hall of Souls. It’s evident to anyone with discernment that he doesn’t practice the Origin Separation Technique. What technique does he cultivate, then?”
“Hundred tribulations,” Lauritz disclosed, uttering the words with measured gravity.
Just hearing those two words caused Bilal’s complexion to blanch.
He dropped to one knee, his voice hoarse as he pleaded, “My Lord, grant me swift death and erase my soul entirely. His Highness Braydon is too vulnerable, and our team is too feeble. If outsiders catch wind of this, they’ll dispatch the most fearsome experts to exterminate us.”
“It’s reassuring that you grasp the gravity of the situation. Headquarters will cease all assistance. They’ve purged any records of our operations, rendering us spectral entities in the cosmos. No one knows our identities or objectives,” Lauritz remarked solemnly.
This precaution was necessary due to the infiltration of non-human spies within the cosmos headquarters, a pervasive threat difficult to completely eradicate.
“About His Highness Braydon…” Bilal’s voice trembled.
“I can’t ascertain anything about Braydon until I arrive. Until then, you’ll continue to liaise with the Moon Corona prodigy as usual,” Lauritz replied, offering guidance to Bilal.
Bilal knelt, fists raised in a pledge.
“I swear on my soul that I’ll guard His Royal Highness Braydon’s secrets with my life. If I divulge any information, may my soul be obliterated!”
His oath, made as a cosmic cultivator, carried immense weight, backed by the cosmic essence itself.
Any violation would bring swift retribution.
Such oaths were binding, serving as a testament to the ruthlessness of cosmic justice.
Bilal’s vow, explicitly condemning betrayal and promising annihilation of both body and soul, underscored the harsh reality of existence in space, where survival hinged on unity amidst unceasing turmoil and conflict among myriad races.
Lauritz nodded reassuringly and said, “Once this task is concluded, accompany me back to headquarters. The knowledge you possess is too significant. By returning with me, you’ll receive ample rewards. The headquarters will bestow treasures to enhance your cultivation and elevate your standing. Should you wander outside, you’d likely face termination.”
“I understand,” Bilal responded with clarity.
Having grasped the gravity of the situation, he recognized the stark choices ahead.
After uncovering a race’s core secrets, wandering aimlessly outside its confines would only court danger.
As the two conversed, in the 3,000 ruins outside the Spirit Sea, the 1st ruin stood as an oasis of tranquility.
It was Sadie Dudley’s sanctuary, untouched by Braydon’s conquest.
The Neal family’s intervention spared the ruins from harm, and the presence of Sadie and her companions ensured its preservation.
With the warnings issued by Remington Neal and the sons of the Northern Army, the 1st ruin remained intact.
Little Fool and the others, upon encountering Sadie, became docile and persuaded Remington’s group to depart, choosing to abide peacefully in the 1st ruin.
Thus, the 1st ruin remained distinct from the rest of the 3,000 ruins, embodying a serene and idyllic haven, untouched by strife—a true paradise.
Within its palace complex…
A vision of ethereal beauty, crowned with flowers and draped in a delicate white gown, gently swayed on a swing, exuding a fairy-like aura.
She seemed to have sensed something as she spoke softly, “He’s finally come of age. The mark within his soul has begun to stir.”
“Sadie!” exclaimed a woman, equally stunning.
She was Sadie’s mother, Rayha Qhobela.
Upon seeing her, Sadie’s demeanor cooled, her gaze returning to its distant reserve.
Though her mother addressed her with tenderness, Sadie remained reticent, unwilling to engage.
“Your father wishes to speak with you,” Rayha announced.
“What does he want with me?” Sadie inquired dispassionately.
Rayha paused, puzzled by her daughter’s indifference.
Why wouldn’t he want to see his own biological daughter? And how was it not related to her?
Rayha responded, her bitterness palpable, “Is it because of me going against Braydon? Do you think I still hold a grudge?”