From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Byrne took a deep breath.

In fact, he had always believed that the souls of the Fischer family had a destination after death.

Whether it was his father or Irene... their souls would return to the side of the great Lord of the Lost and would not, like the souls of ordinary people, go to the white Path of Tranquility.

Now that Irene truly had become a Divine Envoy of the Lord of the Lost, descending from the sky and wielding a Spiritual Body blade to slay strong enemies, it fully proved this matter.

His guess was completely correct!

His inner emotions were very complex, immense joy, touched, passion, so high-strung that it was even somewhat hard to control.

However, being beside Aldrich he still needed to put on an act, so Byrne took another deep breath and immediately indicated that he was unclear about what had just happened.

"The thing just now was very strange, I am not too clear about what exactly happened, Lord Aldrich..."

Aldrich fell into silence, nodding lightly.

In fact, nearly every major family had their secrets, and this further confirmed his previous guess... there must have been an extremely strong Extraordinary powerful expert who had been healing in the Fischer family's Nasir City all along.

The one who had just made a move might be that person, whose mere one strike destroyed a high-level Monarch, probably possessing power close to Heavenly Enlightenment!

That was undoubtedly a terrifying power!

But she definitely was not a Heavenly Enlightenment powerful expert, Aldrich thought silently to himself, because of the law set by the gods, Heavenly Enlightenment powerful experts were unable to come to the east of the continent.

If Heavenly Enlightenment powerful experts could go to the east, the pattern of the Eastern Four Kingdoms and the Ten Great Pillars families would have been broken long ago.
Your next chapter is on empire

So he continued thinking, meaning to say, does the Fischer family have a gigantic backing close to Heavenly Enlightenment?

At the same time, Chris was unable to calmly look towards the direction of the sky.

Over the years, he frequently visited White Bones Canyon, where progression on the Path of Tranquility would be swift, and Chris's inner self gradually turned like an ice-sealed lake surface, undisturbed, cold as frost.

It was like a sharp sword, seemingly capable of piercing through all obstacles in the world, yet without a hint of warmth.

However, today, the heart of this cold person underwent earth-shaking changes.

A light, previously unseen, burst forth in Chris's eyes, like the warm sun of winter, instantly melting all the frost!

Excitement and passion, which had never been seen on his face, emerged, as if a powerful force burned within his body, making his heart pound wildly!

Oh great Lord of the Lost.

I...

do not know how to thank You...

Sister, she is not dead...

Her soul, truly follows by Your side...

My life now has no regrets.

Chris's hands began to tremble, tightly clasped together as if trying to hold onto something important.

A flame burned in his chest, emotions like surging waves, assaulting his heart wave after wave.

"That was truly a Miracle of His..."

Darren sat weakly on the ground, leaning against the wall, muttering to himself, his heart still recalling the shock of what he had just witnessed.

"Will our souls all end up like that? No, it definitely shouldn't be called 'ending up' but rather a destination. It seems that even death is not something to be feared, it's merely just another state."

He took a deep breath, wanting to smile yet also wanting to cry.

However, the whole affair was not yet over.

Darren shook his head, stood up, and walked over to his father and Aldrich, immediately asking,

"What should we do next?"

Byrne and Aldrich, upon hearing this, furrowed their brows, indeed the whole affair was far from over.

Aldrich looked at the metal puppet in his hand that had lost its activity, killing a puppet of the "Silver Poet" was meaningless.

He looked towards the increasingly enigmatic Byrne Fischer and tentatively asked, cautiously saying, "Will that kind of power appear again?"

Byrne, of course, knew what Aldrich was guessing and tacitly did not address it directly, calmly saying,

"I do not know, but according to my guess, it should not appear again. Miracles do not occur forever, otherwise, they would no longer be miracles."

"I see."

Amos also stepped forward, thought for a moment, and asked anxiously, "We just killed the former Cyart King, should we go to the Royal Capital and explain the situation to the new king?"

"Perhaps the new king has not yet been completely controlled..."

"And if it isn't explained clearly, the problem could be significant!"

"You make sense, Amos."

Aldrich nodded slightly, having already thought through his next moves.

"But the Adley Royal Family is probably already completely controlled by the Words of Tranquility. It's highly likely the new king is under the control of the Words of Tranquility as well. Whether the 'Wordless Elder' is dead or alive, we have no idea, but the 'Silver Poet' is definitely not dead."

"If we rashly travel to the Royal Capital now, once the capital's barrier is activated, it will definitely be far more terrifying than the usual city barriers, and by then, we will surely die."

Byrne, too, nodded in agreement, feeling that it was not a good choice to completely burn bridges and walk into a trap.

Aldrich looked Byrne in the eyes and said seriously, "We better hurry back to our respective family domains, then share the intelligence we have with the churches, Patriarch Jones, and the Frosac family, and then figure out how to deal with what's going to happen."

The barrier over Cyart Royal Capital was second only to the kingdom-protecting barrier that enveloped the entire nation, and even a high-level Monarch expert would have his strength greatly diminished when encountering it.

The reason why the Words of Tranquility and the Adley Royal Family didn't make a move in the capital a few days ago was obviously because there were too many powers present, and they were not yet ready to expose their existence, preferring to hide behind the scenes.

They had decided to carry out a deadly ambush at the port when the families were withdrawing separately.

"Damn it!"

Amos was very angry and exclaimed loudly, "That the Royal Family is controlled by heretics! What will become of Cyart?"

Aldrich patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go, we must race against time and return to our family domains quickly..."

Then he looked back at Byrne, and the two nodded at each other.

"Goodbye."

As Byrne boarded the ship, he turned to look in the direction of the Royal Capital, the unease deep inside him still not completely dispelled.

He had a strong intuition, vague as it might be.

The battle today was certainly not the end, but, he feared, just the beginning of a war.

Cyart was about to face an unprecedented civil war!

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Above Cyart Royal Capital, the sunlight, like strands of gold, gently fell, coating each building with a golden hue, making the entire city shimmer.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the scent of the distant sea.

Gradually, the breeze grew stronger, and the clouds began to tumble and surge like waves.

The clouds in the sky gathered and collided with each other, merging into thick masses, as steep and rugged as mountains, constantly changing shape and color, now gray-white, now inky black, foretelling the terrible storm that was to come.

Meanwhile, beneath Cyart Royal Capital, unbeknownst to anyone, something very strange and mysterious was happening.

"The Wordless Elder."

Half of his soul had been destroyed, but he still had not completely died, standing alone in an ancient temple underground in Cyart Royal Capital that had been forgotten.

The slender, young figure of "The Wordless Elder," twisting and mysterious in the flickering candlelight, was like an evil spirit risen from the depths of darkness, his eyes shimmering with an unusual light, a yearning for "peace of mind."

Every member of the Words of Tranquility hoped to find "true peace of mind."

And only the Songster could grant them... peace of mind.

"The Wordless Elder" slowly raised his hands, cupping a delicate small black altar in his palms, with eerie runes embedded on it, emitting a faint purple glow.

Those purple runes squirmed on the altar as if alive.

As a soundless song rose around "The Wordless Elder," the temple was enveloped in a strange and oppressive atmosphere. The voice existed in a dimension inaudible to living beings, each note filled with the power of Tranquility.

A soul was released by "The Wordless Elder."

It belonged to the former Cyart King!

After his death, his soul was taken away from the scene by "The Wordless Elder," and along with the former Cyart King, there were a total of ten Monarch powerful experts' souls!

They were all sacrifices!

The runes on the black altar began to glow, the light growing stronger and stronger, culminating in a huge gray-white beam shooting up to the ceiling of the space below, and under this gray-white beam, "The Wordless Elder" was surrounded by a mysterious force.

Just then, the wind howled, cracks appeared in the temple walls, and a very strong scent of the dead emerged from the cracks, permeating the entire temple.

"The Wordless Elder" was very calm, knowing the Tranquility Songster had accepted the sacrifice.

He knelt on the ground, his face filled with devotion.

"The Wordless Elder" knew he was closer to completing his mission, and now he just needed to wait quietly, while the souls offered up in the black altar wailed pitifully under its consuming power!