Chapter 470: The Current Situation
Chapter 470: The Current Situation
“You seemed clever earlier—how’d you turn foolish so fast?”
Zuo Meng shot the junior a look dripping with disdain. Without his Creator memories, he was simply Aige now. Ancestors naturally scorned dimwitted descendants. As he spoke, Zuo Meng descended from the raised platform and tapped Valen’s head.
Mid-tier aptitude.
This perception method came from his pre-death memories—a power native to this world.
Warmth?!
Valen froze in panic before suddenly understanding.
“Ancestor… you’re really alive again?!”
“Who’d dare pretend to be me?”
Zuo Meng pulled back his hand. His bloodline search revealed only this scrawny descendant remained. The Aige family had nearly vanished during his death years.
The ancestor lived!
After initial shock, Valen erupted into joy. If dead ancestors could return, why fear anyone? Their fallen lineage included mighty figures besides the founder—revive them, and the Divine Eagle Empire would be squashed like insects!
“Ancestor, could you—”
“No.”
Zuo Meng cut him off. He barely understood his own resurrection—some mysterious power had reanimated his corpse. Unrepeatable. Valen’s fantasy died before forming.
“How’s a second-tier knight leading the Aige Family?”
In Aige’s era, such weaklings wouldn’t guard stables. Without bloodline verification, Zuo Meng would’ve assumed Valen stole the family head token.
“Ancestor, life’s been hard! I’ve never eaten my fill—”
Abandoning escape plans, Valen turned tearful. However strong the ancestor was, he outmatched Uncle Froy. Why risk adventures when clinging to this thigh? The proverb worked—whiners get fed. Though weak, Valen’s thick skin might squeeze benefits from this reunion.
“Enough.”
Zuo Meng’s disgust deepened at the sniveling display.
“We’re leaving. Explain this era—has the world weakened?”
Memoryless Zuo Meng needed restored power and influence to complete the system’s ultimate task: transcendence. Though unclear why, his instincts screamed its importance.
“The world’s strong—we’re the weak ones.”
Scrambling after the departing ancestor, Valen explained hurriedly.
The world remained unchanged—no magical decline, no weakening generations. Peak powers still rivaled Aige’s prime. Above floated the Arcane Masters’ cities, sharing space with surface dwellers yet existing in separate realities. These truth-seekers enjoyed extended lifespans, outliving countless mortal generations below.
“Arcane Masters…”
Zuo Meng—or Aige—drifted into memories. His Arcane Master friend had attended his deathbed, crafting the tomb’s magic circle. Did that old companion still linger after centuries?
“What else?”
As they walked, Zuo Meng’s aura flickered slightly. Valen, who’d been watching his ancestor closely from behind, nearly stumbled in shock!
“Anc… ancestor, did you just…?”
“Just a casual breakthrough.”
Zuo Meng replied without emotion. Though he’d lost his memories in this life, the true rules had rewarded him with overwhelming power.
Morning Star level!
He didn’t fully grasp what this meant, but it surely surpassed his former Sword Saint level. Twelve centuries of accumulated power wasn’t trivial—even a pig would become a spirit after twelve hundred years, let alone Aige, who’d been an era-defining powerhouse.
This “breakthrough” was really just his body adjusting to the world. But explaining to Valen was too much hassle, so Zuo Meng kept it simple.
Casual breakthrough?
Since when could breakthroughs be casual? If that’s possible, I’ll take three!
Valen screamed internally, yet strangely felt reassured. The ancestor clearly possessed real power, quieting his earlier doubts.
“Then… what realm have you reached now?”
Valen ventured cautiously.
“Maybe… a hair stronger than Sword Saint level.” Zuo Meng shrugged. He knew he’d surpassed his past self, but couldn’t gauge how he’d fare against an Arcane Master.
Memories of Arcane Masters’ abilities resurfaced. Humans and Arcane Masters might as well be different species—ordinary blades and combat aura couldn’t scratch their defenses. Their power operated on another plane entirely.
“Stronger than Sword Saint?!”
Valen’s worldview shattered. The Sword Saint—pinnacle of human strength—reduced to a benchmark?!
“Enough chatter.”
They’d left the burial grounds now. Zuo Meng vaguely recalled Valen’s complaints about the Aige family being hunted by Divine Eagle Empire forces.
Time to erase that empire.
A nation capped at Sword Saint level? Hardly worth caution. Without Arcane Masters, he’d dominate. Even against them, his Morning Star power might hold surprises—only battle would tell.
“Which way to the Divine Eagle Empire’s capital?”
Why waste time with rebellions? Crushing the heart of the empire was quicker.
“The capital?!”
Valen, who’d started to relax, tensed up again.