Chapter 650: No, I don't want to hear it.

Chapter 650: No, I don't want to hear it.



Kyle stood up and moved back. He turned around, only to notice everyone's eyes fixed on him. They all felt bad for the illusionary figure kneeling behind Kyle.

After all, by simply listening to the chat between Lilith and Nathaniel, they grasped what happened in this location. Of the three creators of the tomb they stood in, two turned against the third.

Jian let out a sigh.

"The world is filled with greedy people. I hope this man's soul has found peace-!"

His words were cut short by Kyle's chuckle, which caught everyone off guard. They all stared at him with perplexed looks.

How could the silver-haired man find joy in what they were witnessing?

Kyle glanced at Jian and shook his head.

"Don't jump to conclusions. Do you even know if he has passed away or not?"

Jian glanced at the figure behind Kyle. The silver-haired man had been behaving as if he knew that person.

But, how could that be possible? This tomb was made hundreds, or maybe thousands, of years ago. And Kyle had never been here before, just like the rest of them.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

That's why the words Kyle spoke a while back were puzzling for him.

"The survival of the old tale... which old tale were you mentioning? Are you familiar with the history of this tomb?"

Jian glanced at the ice enchantress. After inscribing symbols all around the chamber, she had began moving towards the kneeling injured man behind Kyle.

Yue gave Kyle a worried glance. Just like Bia, she could sense it; he was definitely not fine for

some reason.

Kyle hummed softly at Jian's question. The memory playing around him persisted. The chamber resonated with nothing but Lilith's sobs as she dropped to her knees before the injured man and began to apologize.

"Kyle, are you referring to the same Azazeal we are familiar with? The leader of the dark side? That can't be true..."

Kyle nonchalantly lifted his shoulders.

"But that's true."

Jian massaged his temples. His eyes widened suddenly not because of Kyle's words but because the scene behind the silver-haired man finally shifted. The ice enchantress had disappeared from the chamber, leaving behind Azazeal's lone figure, kneeling on the cold ground.

Nine, who had approached Kyle, backed away, the reflection in his eyes displayed purple and obsidian particles that merged to form a large purple flower in the air.

Kyle noticed everyone's expressions suddenly shift and turned his head, only to be met by the sight of a flower with many petals above Azazeal's kneeling figure.

"Hmm...."

He watched as darkness began to envelop the beautiful flower, tainting its petals before it entered Azazeal's body.

The man's vacant purple eyes started to transform entirely into obsidian before two purple slits formed in both of his eyes.

Kyle squinted as the hole in Azazeal's body began to heal rapidly before his eyes. The man shut his eyes. Suddenly, a potent burst of otherworldly purple and crimson energy radiated from his body and started to encase him in a cocoon.

"So, his essence saved him by merging with the darkness? That's not surprising, given the essence in his body would go to any lengths to ensure its survival."

Kyle let out a sigh, but his gaze lacked any compassion for the man. He was sure his bloodline would do the same to ensure its survival if he were on the brink of death.

"But why are you smiling?"

He questioned, his gaze fixed on the faint smile on Azazeal's lips as the man's body vanished

entirely into the cocoon.

The scene before Kyle fragmented into myriad particles, and all the symbols in the chamber scattered into energy. He reached out to touch the particles.

"I will ask you the reason for your smile when we meet again."