Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
In a forest, a boy holding onto a smooth black staff with golden inlay on it stood atop a field of grass, surrounded by the watching eyes and darting flights of nearby birds. The sun’s rays pierced through the cracks in the canopy above to shine on his body, making his gentle appearance even warmer.
The serene atmosphere and the handsome boy made for quite a picturesque scene, but unlike his calm expression, Roel was actually in a state of shock.
“Peytra? Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me. It has been a while. Are you still faring well?”
“Well… I don’t think you can exactly say that I’m faring well.”
Listening to Peytra’s cheery question, Roel looked at his own body with a helpless expression. It had already been a week since he had left the Witness State, but his condition had barely improved at all. While he hadn’t said much about it, the truth was that he was extremely concerned.
That being said, that was not what he was most concerned about at the moment.
“Peytra, it’s rare to see you coming out. Did something happen?”
“Mm. I sensed a familiar aura in the vicinity, so I came out to take a look. I didn’t expect to see something like that.”
Peytra’s voice carried a hint of reminiscence and nostalgia. Roel could sense that her gaze was directed toward the staff in his grip. Intuiting that there might be some sort of relation between the Nine-headed Serpent and the World Serpent, he quickly inquired about the matter.
“Strictly speaking, the Nine-headed Serpent can be considered as my progeny. All snakes in this world are my descendants. However, unlike us, saint beasts, they are demonic beasts devoid of Origin Attributes. The Nine-headed Serpent is powerful, but it carries no spirit or sentience. It can only obey its primal instincts… I was the one who killed it.”
“Ah?”
Peytra’s last few words caught Roel off guard. She went on to relate a tale dating back to the ancient era.
It was a story about a war between two factions amongst the saint beasts, a conflict over Origin Attributes between the first indigenous population
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