Chapter 1476 Valuables

Chapter 1476 Valuables

Adlael stood over a bed in silence. Upon it, Ramon slept, deeply and soundly. It was hard to tell if he would ever awake, and from what Adlael could see, he was lucky even to be alive.

The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed Adlael, especially since he hadn't been able to find Ryu after he exited. It was as though the latter had just vanished into thin air and was nowhere to be found.

This filled him with frustration and rage, but there was nothing that he could do about it. Even within the Heavenly Path, even after Ryu had vanished, he still hadn't been able to take first place. He was too consumed by rage and couldn't fulfill what he wanted to.

It felt like all that time, all those years, all that effort, was completely worthless in the end. It hadn't meant anything.

"Ryu Tatsuya..." he gripped his fists. "...I swear I'll-"

"Who?"

Adlael was startled as a cloaked figure emerged to his side. If Ryu had been there, he would have recognized this cloaked shadow as the very one that had changed that ice woman's fate, the very owner of the cabin he had raided to learn of the Convergence.

"You-"

"Who?"

The voice echoed again, this time firmer and more undeniable. It pressed down on Adlael until he couldn't so much as breathe.

"Ryu... Tatsuya..."

"That name again. It's impossible for it to be that name again. On the First Heaven, not the Second, on the Third, and now he ruins my plans even on the Sixth and Seventh?!

"This boy-"

The voice echoed from the hood in a gravel-like rage. A finger stretched out and a rune emerged in the air.

If he killed this person, would binds of karma mark him? Who knew what sort of background this person truly had? They had kept their identity a secret for so long...

Or what about other kinds of karma? The kind that might form a heart demon? Or the kind that might cause him to fail in becoming a Sky God, or more importantly, a Dao God in the future?

But, for once in his life, he didn't consider those things at all. He cared for nothing more than these strokes of his knife, his insistence on making certain that this person died, not just to release his anger, but...

Adlael didn't know how many times he stabbed down, but his breath was heaving gasping breaths.

This dagger in his hand was the only treasure he had been able to exchange for. It was a Sovereign God Treasure and it was precisely created for the sake of killing those far beyond yourself.

He had thought himself foolish when he exchanged for it. His goal was to kill the Martial Gods, what good would a Sovereign Treasure do? It wouldn't be able to utilize its abilities on a Dao God, now would it?

But now he understood. He did indeed hate the Martial Gods with an undying passion, but the one this dagger was designed to kill wasn't them at all... it was his master.

As he huffed for breath, looking down at the mangled, unrecognizable corpse, he didn't feel a wave of disgust, nor did he feel any sort of pride.

Instead, he finally felt calm. For the first time in a long time, he truly felt calm.

Then, he got to work.

He didn't know how powerful his master was, he knew next to nothing about his master. But what he did know was two things.

For one, his master was a part of an extremely powerful organization.

And two, his master, for whatever reason, hadn't been able to return to that organization for countless centuries.

That meant one thing: All of the valuables that his master held was on their person.