Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1555

"No need to thank us. We only did what we thought was right. Scott decided to stay behind in the human race. Besides, the Archean Dragon Soul left in your halberd has proved to be advantageous to Scott," the Purple Gold Dragon Ancestor said, humility resonating from his tone.

"Have you been able to find that..." Finally breaking his silence, the Yellow Gold Dragon Ancestor sensed something strange and alerted the Purple Gold Dragon Ancestor.

"No... Human ancestor!" As soon as the Purple Gold Dragon Ancestor confirmed it for himself, he was left shocked, unable to string the right words to say. The human ancestor had the aura of the supreme god radiating from himself!

What did that mean? It meant only one thing: the human ancestor had committed the taboo method to forcefully progress his cultivation level by leaps and bounds through triggering the Archean Dragon Soul to reach that of the Supreme God Realm. The ones who dared step over this boundary had their fates sealed. They would have to atone for the extreme act at the cost of their life.

"No... This can't be..."

Sighing with deep regret, the two dragon ancestors hung their heads, feeling helpless.

"It's all our fault. If we came on time, you wouldn't have to resort to such extremities,"

The two dragon ancestors were overcome with grief, their voice cracking between their words.

"I'm the one who made this bed, and I am the one who shall lie in it. You have no share in this situation. This is my fate, and I shall embrace it. After my passing, I want you two to ensure the survival of the younger generation of the human race in my stead. If you're unable to dissolve the looming strife, then flee with the remaining remarkable talents of the human race to continue on living. Thank you, both of you, for everything you've done so far. I am deeply indebted to you."

Keeping his dignity intact, the human ancestor voiced his wishes without breaking his composure and bowed before the two dragon ancestors.

"You don't have to thank us." Returning his gesture, the dragon ancestors quickly bowed to him with mutual respect. "We promise that we will spare no effort to protect the human race against the dangers that await them. And if push comes to shove, we will do what must be done. You can rest assured. We won't let you down."

Hearing their reassuring statements, the human ancestor smiled to them and nodded. With their promise honoring his wishes, he felt relieved.

"Scott's Archean Dragon Soul has returned to his body. It will take about half a month for him to fully recover. By then, he will be able to revert to his ancestor form. Once he awakens, please ask him what he intends to do. Whether he wants to stay here to guard the human race or head to the abyss to assist Darren, he holds complete freedom to choose whatever path he wants to walk on," the human ancestor said, his hands behind his back.

"Understood. Is there anything else you want us to do for you?"

Noticing the wrinkles appear on the once flawless skin of the human ancestor, the dragon ancestors lowered their gazes, unable to take in the painful reality.

Accepting his fate, the human ancestor sighed and shook his head, failing to mask his sorrow.

The exchange between the two dragon ancestors and the human ancestor was overheard by the human masters, causing them to learn about the truth.

As if flicking off a switch, the atmosphere shifted its course, filling everyone's hearts with irrefutable misery. The reigning silence told them eloquently, cruelly, that their worst fears were coming to life.

Defeated, the human masters fell to their knees, desperately trying to keep themselves together. The only sound that dominated the space was that of quiet sobs escaping the grief-stricken followers of the human ancestor.

The tragic news traveled from ear to ear, plaguing their hearts with a deep sense of inescapable depression.

The most honorable and respectable leader of the human race had cut his life short, all for the sake of the human race.

"Ancestor..."

As the news spread like wildfire through the masters, tens of thousands of rule cultivators descended. Among them was a handsome young man who stepped out of space and planted himself beside the human ancestor.

His demeanor was bone-chilling cold. Clad in a vibrant cyan robe with dragon patterns etched across, he caused heads to turn. His transparent silver eyes were clear as crystals, yet mysterious. The aura surrounding him had a predominant presence, boasting immeasurable reserves of unfathomable power.

"Humphrey, you came."

"I couldn't resist." The tragic revelation caused even the ruthless silver-eyed young man to sway from his resolve, stealing a few sobs to portray the grief he held back inside. Overwhelmed, he clutched his pounding heart, growing increasingly rampant with sadness in the presence of the human ancestor.

He was the real master of the Immortal Land, a rule cultivator with no equal to match his strength in the world.

"Humphrey, you have let go of Xavier several times. I know that you miss Braxton, and it's too much to ask since you don't have the heart to go through with it. But if the disaster cannot be evaded this time, I hope you will head to the abyss and retrieve the other pair of silvery eyes at the earliest. Fortunately, because of your ability, you will be able to hide in the darkest forbidden area and evade detection," the ancestor said, addressing to Humphrey directly.

At his words, Humphrey closed his eyes, regaining his lost composure. Deep in his soul, he harbored a complex law he did not possess, and that became his greatest obsession.