Prime Originator

Chapter 683 - The Young Boy Awakens

Chapter 683 - The Young Boy Awakens

Soon, the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince's scream could be heard echoing out of Nethergrass Palace before it quickly died down into silence.

The end of his scream also marked the end of Desolate Netherbird Second Prince's life.

Inside Nethergrass Palace, the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince's corpse laid motionlessly on his throne, impaled by a spear with blood dripping.

The blood flowed along a line that was carved out of the ground before pouring into a bowl-shaped hole.

The servants all turned a blind eye to the guards' rebellion as the group of rebels shortly scooped the blood with the hands and drank them.

Even if the servants wanted to stop the guards, they did not have the strength to—not that they were willing to do so either way.

They had lost their faith in the Desolate Netherbird Second Prince.

"We can pin the death of the second prince on the Desolate Crow Clan if the chief asks, but how should we explain to Lord Havoc when he returns?" the second guard asked.

"It'll be too risky to let Lord Havoc learn of the truth," the fist guard stated before saying, "We will just continue with the lie and say that the Desolate Crow Clan had assassins that waited after Lord Havoc before they made their move on the second prince."

"Fair enough. I don't have any better idea," the second guard agreed with a nod.

At that moment, Lord Jorn's group resumed their journey back to the clan at a moderately quick pace.

Given the distance between the border region and the clan, it was only a matter of time before they reach home.

Unfortunately, Lord Havoc still manage to catch before they could.

As the sound of Lord Havoc flapping his wings through the air at high speeds, Lord Jorn suddenly paused his steps and shouted sternly, "Take the clan leader with you and leave first! Go back to the clan without!"

"The enemy has caught up! Go! I will hold them back!" Lord Jorn urged while his gaze was fixed on the direction of the sky behind them.

Sensing the urgency in Lord Jorn's tone, the Desolate Crow Clan's elite warriors did not argue with Lord Jorn and immediately left with haste.

"Yes, Lord Jorn!"

"Be careful, Jorn. If you can't win, just flee after buying some time. Don't entangle the enemy to the death," Clan Leader Lidoran instructed.

"I was planning to do just that, Clan Leader," Lord Jorn said with a nod before he grinned, "I'm not ready to die yet—not before I see the clan topple the sovereignty of the Desolate Netherbird Tribe."

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Dark continent, Darkmoon Tribe

Back in Barrenrock Courtyard, the treatment process was shortly completed before Leon retracted his hand from the Battle God Palace's young master.

The subtle green glow of wood energy on the young boy's body briefly lingered before fading into the background.

"It's done," Leon calmly stated.

After the dark poison was completely removed with the Nihility Law, Leon helped the young boy recover his vitality with wood energy, returning a rosy color to the young boy's pale cheeks.

At the same time, the young boy's steady breathing could be heard.

The Battle God Palace's group leader immediately cautioned the shamans in the group to give the young master a quick diagnosis.

"It's true, group leader. The young master has been completely cured. The young master has a healthy complexion with no signs of abnormalities nor difficulties," one of the shamans reported.

"Understood," the group leader nodded before cupping his hands together in a fist-hand salute to Leon, "Thank you for treating our young master, Divine Doctor. This debt and favor will not be forgotten."

The Divine Doctor said he did not require the use of medicine and did just that.

Without any medicine, the young master was cured with the Divine Doctor's miraculous abilities alone.

"Your divine ability is incredible, Divine Doctor," the group leader shortly praised.

Leon smiled lightly before he casually inquired, "Now that your young master has been cured, what are your plans? Will you take your young master back to the Battle God Palace? Or will you stay and partake in the Eternal Night Secret Realm's opening?"

"If someone is jealous of the young master's talent or for whatever reason they poisoned him, the Battle God Palace will not be a safe place for the young master to stay," the group leader said.

"So you're going to bring your young master into the Eternal Night Secret Realm?" Leon casually asked before saying, "I heard it is quite dangerous, not to mention the demons that will be there."

"We intended to join the secret realm, regardless if there's a hidden enemy who seeks to harm our young master back at the palace or not anyway," the group leader stated.

"The secret realm opening is a once-in-a-century event that could give birth to a Battle God. If the young master misses it, it would be unknown when he could get another chance to raise his strength quickly to protect himself from theirs."

"I see," Leon uttered.

Suddenly, a cheerful uproar broke out among the Extremity-rank Battle Masters before Leon and the group leader shifted their gazes over.

They noticed that the young boy had regained consciousness.

"This subordinate greets you, Young Master!"

"This subordinate greets you, Young Master!"

The group leader and the rest of the Extremity-rank Battle Masters all quickly greeted the young boy subserviently on one knee.

"Congratulations on your recovery!" they added shortly after.

The young boy took some time to freshen up his mind before he muttered with questions. "Where are we? Why are we here? And why does it feel like I've slept for a long time?"

"To be exact, Young Master has been asleep for the past 3 months, and we are currently inside the Darkmoon Tribe, preparing for the secret realm opening," the group leader answered before adding, "Your recovery was all thanks to the Divine Doctor, Young Master."

The young boy was stunned with a dumb look.

He did not hear everything and only paid attention to one single matter; he had been asleep for 3 months!

"What! What about the annual junior competition?" the young boy quickly asked.