Chapter 239 - Chapter 239: Chapter 152: 'Son of the Skysea Sect Leader” and 'After 700 Million Years” (Subscription Requested)_2

Chapter 239: Chapter 152: “Son of the Skysea Sect Leader” and “After 700 Million Years” (Subscription Requested)_2

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However, the last line on the tenth page describing the Emerald Cloud Sect failed to lift Milton Cheney’s spirits.

[The Emerald Cloud Sect lasted for 420,000 years and was destroyed in the first Inter-realm War.]

Yes, the Emerald Cloud Sect was indeed destroyed, and this had happened six million vears azo.

The reason for its demise was the Inter-realm War.

The Ancient Immortal Era was roughly seven million years ago from the present time.

Milton had considered that his reincarnation in this world might bring him to a future after his death.

But what he hadn’t expected was that in reality, only one year passed, yet in this world, seven million years had elapsed.

Seven million years later, everything he had left in this world must have completely disappeared from its history.

Time, like a sharp sword, cuts away too much.

The Emerald Cloud Sect was known as the number one sect of the Ancient Immortal Era, but not one of its members’ names was ever recorded.

Even the sect itself had been forgotten.

If it wasn’t for Milton asking his father to find him some obscure books or if this world was his first reincarnation.

He might never have known that the Emerald Cloud Sect had ever existed in this world.

Milton suppressed his thoughts and silently flipped through the thick books in front of him.

On the last page, Milton took a glance and closed the book.

“Seven million years, great changes have occurred.”

“All the previous plans are insignificant in the face of the passage of time.” Milton sighed inwardly.

What does seven million years mean? The history of the Wizard Realm only spans tens of millions of years.

Placing the book aside, Milton got up and left the courtyard.

“Junior Sect Leader.”

“Junior Sect Leader.”

Some people greeted him respectfully after seeing Milton.

Milton didn’t put on airs, responding with a faint smile whenever someone greeted him.

His father had been at the helm of the Skysea Sect for nearly a thousand years and was a bona fide Qi Cultivation Fourth Stage Cultivator.

This level of cultivator was not considered weak in this world.

The Skysea Sect even had complete control of the Eastern 23 Region.

Eastern 23 Region was also called Skysea Region, showing the extent of the Skysea Sect’s influence.

As the crown prince of this sect, Milton’s status was naturally very high.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be called the Prince of Tianhu.

“Father.”

Seeing Milton, a smile quickly appeared on Finn Cheney’s usually stern face.

“My son, if there’s anything you need, just say it. There’s no need for us to hold back with each other.”

“Were the books I found for you useful? We were pressed for time, so I only found a dozen or so.”

“I’ve arranged for more people to continue collecting those miscellaneous books for you. They should be back in a few days.”

Finn said with a smile.

He was exceedingly fond of Milton.

And why wouldn’t he be? After all, Milton was his only son in a thousand years.

Milton had some understanding of why the antagonists in the cultivation novels he read in his previous life were the way they were. Growing up in this environment, they probably couldn’t tolerate the slightest setback.

“Father, I’d like to enter the secret place of the Skysea Sect to practice

Immortal Techniques.”

Milton spoke up.

His purpose in coming to this world was clear: to become stronger.

In reality, the Inter-realm War between the Wizard Realm and the Bloody Sea Realm was becoming increasingly intense, and Milton wasn’t sure when he would be dragged into it.

So in this Reincarnation Simulation, he had to seize all opportunities to get stronger.

Upon hearing this, Finn’s smile didn’t falter, but his brows furrowed slightly as if he were pondering something.

The fact that his son wanted to cultivate Immortal Techniques in that secret place is naturally a good thing.

But the environment within the Skysea Secret Place was harsh.

Starting to cultivate Immortal Techniques there at such an early age might have some slight adverse effects on Milton.

Finn was a little worried.

“My son, it’s not that I don’t want you to cultivate in the secret place. It’s just that you’re still too young, and you’ve just recovered. You can’t deal with any more shocks.”

“Wait a few more years, when you’re ten, I’ll let you go to the Skysea Secret Place to cultivate Immortal Techniques.”

Finn said.

Upon hearing this, Milton knew his request was probably not going to be granted this time.

He understood his father’s thoughts.

Could he say, ‘Father, actually, I’ve lived longer than you’? Of course not.

Even if he did say that, his father would probably not believe him.

So Milton simply nodded, chatted with his father, Finn, for a bit, and then left.

Watching Milton’s retreating figure, Finn sighed inwardly.

Over the years, he had become greatly concerned for Milton, feeding him countless Spiritual Medicines as if they were free of charge.

He sought the help of countless doctors and alchemists, but to no avail. His son still appeared dazed and confused.

Fortunately, he had recovered. Otherwise, Finn would probably have left the Skysea Region in search of a solution.

“Yvette should be coming back soon. Seeing our son like this, she will surely be overjoyed,” Finn thought, smiling heartily.

Time flies; two and a half years passed in a flash.

Inside the Palace of Skysea in Skysea Sect.

This was where Finn spent his day-to-day life and practiced Cultivation.

Although at this moment, Finn’s face held a somewhat helpless expression. He gave Milton a glance.

Milton’s eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness as well, but he looked serious.

“Mother, I am truly prepared. Cultivating in the Skysea Secret Place is not a difficult task for me.”

“There’ll be no danger, please feel at ease.”

Milton said in a low voice.

Sitting where Milton was looking was a woman of extreme beauty, seated on a

wooden chair..