Chapter 2065 Pay Up

Chapter 2065 Pay Up

?Dyon had long since devoured Valen's memories. With his added control of [Devour] after reaching the One with Self Realm, he could even pick and choose which memories he snatched, allowing the latter to keep his life. Of course, this was only a recent ability he gained after he had refined his soul qi control through decades of pill concocting.

Valen's life may still be useful to him... So he kept him alive for now.

Unfortunately, Valen's memories didn't have anything useful in them. Apparently, his only mission was to enter this place and find his Ancestors. Other than that, he was meant to inform them of the situation outside. Beyond that, there was nothing.

Dyon didn't believe that things could be so simple. But what he did believe was that Valen didn't have the right to know the truth.

A drop of blood appeared in Dyon's hand. Of course, it wasn't his own, but rather, Valen's.

Protecting it from the waters with a sphere of qi, he pressed it into the sheet of glass. Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

The water rippled outward, creating a portal beneath the waters. Though it appeared no differently from the countless whirlpools above them, it was decidedly calmer.

With another glance back, Dyon shook his head and gave up, taking a step forward with four beauties in tow.

In that moment, the world completely faded.

The pale lights he thought of before were eerily reminiscent of light bulbs Dyon had once read about in a textbook long ago.

[Author's Note: Reminder that Dyon's mortal world wasn't set in our modern times, but several generations into the future. I think I've dropped numerous hints about this, but I've been writing RMW for so long I can't remember the specific times I did anymore, lmao].

For a second, Dyon thought that instead of stepping into a world of cultivation, he had returned to his mortal world by some sort of odd means. Of all the things he could have expected... This was the very last.

Sending his gaze out through the diverging tunnels once more, Dyon's suspicions were confirmed.

Below the three domes, there were countless futuristic structures. Of course, there weren't things as ridiculous as flying cars, but there were numerous transportation vehicles that screamed of technological advancement, one of which was a silver pod with tracks that winded around the city as though it was a rollercoaster rather than a means of getting from point A to point B.

Seeing Dyon's skeptical expression, it was clear the warriors before him completely misunderstood what he was thinking about.

"Pay up." One of the warriors jabbed their fellow soldier with an elbow.

"Buzz off, does that look like a shocked expression to you?"

"If you want to renege on your debts, just say so. Who asked you to bet on country bumpkins?"

"You're ridiculous. At the end of the day, they're cultivators. How many ridiculous things have they seen in their lifetimes? Descendants of our bloodline wouldn't be so uncultured."

"Members of our bloodline? Do you think anyone important would be sent out for so long? Plus, with so many generations separating us and how much their blood has mixed by now, how could they still be considered one of us? They don't even have their adult patterns."