Chapter 652: Zera's True Origin 2

Chapter 652: Zera's True Origin 2

Chapter 652: Zera’s True Origin 2

“She... she severed her master into two!?” Zereas asked in shock, unable to believe Lilith had really fought with her adopted mother, who had saved her and spent her life raising her, for a man!? Is love really that crazy, so much that you would turn against one of your own!?

“People, especially young ones, make stupid decisions. Unfortunately, the one Lilith made was simply too big to scratch off as being young.

She was forever banished from the sect after that, and the law is that anyone who carries any semblance to Lilith’s bloodline is also to be banished from the sect.

If any of your offspring come to the Nethousand Transformation Sect, they will also be banished. Your entire line has been forbidden from ever coming to our sect.”

“Almost like a curse through generations...” Zereas mused as Rowan nodded.

“But how are you all so sure I was Lilith’s son? I could have just been a line from Lilith’s according to what you said.”

“No, you can’t. Lilith’s your mother, she couldn’t have been a grandmother in a mere two hundred years.

The higher your cultivation is, the harder it is to give birth. Even pregnancy alone for higher beings like that might take more than centuries just for the child to be born,” Rowan explained as Zereas’ eyes furrowed. Still, he continued with his question, determined to gain whatever bits and pieces he could.

“Do you ever hear from them after they left the sect?” he asked Rowan, who looked to the plains in the far distance.

“After she and that bastard left for their original universe, we never heard from them again until around a hundred years ago, when their universe was thrown into absolute chaos.

Or the war wouldn’t have quieted down so easily. The gods will never stop until their wish has been fulfilled after all...” Rowan said with a shrug, not at all bothered by knowing more about the war.

After all, why should he? It didn’t concern him, and besides, he was already at the peak of his talent. Trying to learn things related to gods would only make him visit the grave earlier than planned. His curiosity can’t kill him.

“Hmmm,” Zereas hummed to the words, his eyes flashing with a thousand thoughts as his brain rapidly combined the pieces together.

His eyes flashed with more brilliant lights as the pieces were clearly arranged, and he understood more and more...

“Now that you have exhausted your wish card, I hope we of the Ten Thousand Transformation Sect no longer owe you anything.

There is and has never been a relationship with us or whatsoever.

And my kind advice: if you happen, through some godforsaken luck, to ever sight Morana in your lifetime, I will advise you to run as fast as you can. She will kill you, no doubt!” Rowan said, giving him one last piece of advice. But before he could enter into the portal, he was stopped by Zereas.

“Just one last question,” Zereas said as Rowan hummed.

“What happens to the Giaran race that I stood for?” he asked. Of course, he had not forgotten the Giaran who introduced him to the supreme sect to gain protection. If he was going to leave, would that mean that their protection would fade away with him and they would be demoted back to a third-grade clan!?

“They’ll be fine... if you never show your face around the god’s children area again!” Rowan said before entering into the portal, which closed up, disappearing immediately.

And now Zereas was left in the middle of a disparaging plain, with Fluffy on his shoulder...