Born Almighty Warrior

Chapter 1388 A Core Disciple Of The Misty South Palace

'That's strange. Why is the mysterious axe acting up? Is it angry? Was it broken by the owner of the Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

black and white mutant?' Ricky wondered when he felt the anger of the mysterious axe towards the

black and white mutant rearing up inside of him.

Because he and the mysterious axe were already one, they shared emotions. Ricky felt its anger like it

was his own.

However, he had to suppress both sources of the anger.

If the black and white mutant found out that he had the mysterious axe in his body, he would try

everything he could to destroy Ricky, even if that meant sacrificing himself.

The black and white mutant had methods of getting rid of Ricky, so Ricky had to tread carefully.

"Can you tell me one thing before you leave?" Ricky asked, staring at the faint outline of the black and

white mutant.

"I have acknowledged your talent, and I'm willing to answer your questions. But whether or not I will

answer them depends entirely on my mood," the black and white mutant replied, laughing deeply.

"Did your owner take the bodies of the Blue Water Mutant and the Dark Land Blood Mutant away?"

Ricky asked.

"Yes," the black and white mutant answered, nodding his head solemnly.

"Then why didn't you just kill me at that time?" Ricky questioned, lowering his eyebrows into a frown.

"It was too risky. I already paid a huge price when I took their corpses away. Killing you would have

been impossible. I wasn't willing to risk unknown consequences," the black and white mutant said.

"Then, what about Nate? You took his body away after I killed him. Why?" Ricky continued.

"I refuse to answer. Human, I will disappear soon. You had better ask a different question." The black

and white mutant smiled.

"Fine. Why can your ancestral spirit suppress a warrior that is stronger than you, but mine can't?" Ricky

asked.

"It's very simple. No matter how powerful your ancestral spirit is, you have to follow the rules of the

heavenly law in this world," the black and white mutant explained.

'The heavenly law?' Ricky thought, furrowing his eyebrows even further. 'So one needs to transcend

the heavenly law before they can comprehend the real ancestral spirit?'

"Human, I hope you can escape the pursuit of my subordinates and the invasion of the devils. Maybe

we will meet again one day. Goodbye." After those words, the black and white mutant vanished in the

blink of an eye.

The moment he was gone, a black shadow appeared in the distance and murmured, "That human boy

has already comprehended the ancestral spirit. It seems that he has really obtained the power or the

blood power of the Heavenly Ancestral God.

But as long as he doesn't get that very thing, the final victory is still mine."

"Who is the black and white mutant's owner? I've tried to figure it out, but I can't. He doesn't belong to

the continent or the devil race. Maybe when I reach the Celestial Land, I will find the answers," Ricky

said in a low voice after the black and white mutant had left.

"Don't spend too much time dwelling on it. It will affect your mind. Wait until the day you enter the

Celestial Land to figure it out," the Dragon Intent Grass said.

"Got it." Ricky nodded.

Then, he turned his attention to the demi-saints that were still fighting in the distance.

Ricky spun on his heel and entered the space. He closed his eyes and drove the ancestral spirit out of

the demi-saints who were from the continent.

Now that he had comprehended the bright ancestral spirit, the task was very simple. He didn't feel the

slightest bit of exhaustion.

He saw the devils too but he ignored them.

His goal was to get the corpses of the demi-saints from the devil race.

After Ricky had removed the bright ancestral spirit from the demi-saints from the continent, their sanity

slowly returned to them.

Now that the black and white mutant was gone, it was impossible for the ancestral spirit in the space to

reenter their bodies by itself.

"What happened?" All of the demi-saints led by Camden blinked several times. They didn't know where

they were or what had just occurred.

Looking around, they spotted the demi-saints from the devil race and they recalled vague details. Fear

filled their faces.

"How did we come back to our senses?" a demi-saint asked.

"Maybe we are lucky and the power in this space can't accommodate the devil race," Camden

suggested. "Either way, it doesn't matter. It is not our concern. This space is very strange. It holds a

mysterious power.

We should leave before something else happens to us."

"What about the demi-saints from the devil race? What are we going to do with them?"

"Leave them alone," Camden said.

Without any more protests, the demi-saints led by Camden walked back on the path they had arrived

by.

After they had left, they ordered the continent warriors to kill the devils. Without the demi-saints from

the devil race present, the battle would end in a one-sided slaughter. Not a single devil would make it

out alive.

Before the battle started, Camden told the warriors participating in the selection that they could only

take the arms of the devils that these warriors killed.

Otherwise, all of the warriors who had participated in the selection would have been able to enter the

Misty South Palace.

In the meantime, Ricky was busy absorbing the bright ancestral spirit into the Devourer Zone. He

wouldn't act until all of the demi-saints from the devil race were dead.

The bright ancestral spirit in the space was the purest he could find, so the comprehension of the bright

ancestral spirit should be promoted faster.

Over an hour later, the bodies of the demi-saints from the devil race expanded to the limit and they

started to explode. Soon, all of them were lying in pieces on the ground.

Their souls were devoured by the dark ancestral spirit that was floating freely in the space.

After collecting an arm of a demi-saint from the devil race, Ricky exclaimed, "This time, I think I can

become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace!"

According to the rules, anyone who managed to kill a demi-saint from the devil race was directly

rewarded by becoming a core disciple of the Misty South Palace.

Ricky would use the boost that the rule allowed him to his advantage. After Ricky had killed Chandler,

the warriors and forces who wanted Paul's inheritance had become even greedier. In order to protect

himself from them, Ricky had to become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace.

"I don't know, Ricky. I don't think those forces will let you become a core disciple of the Misty South

Palace that easily. They will accuse you of cheating to get an arm of a demi-saint from the devil race,"

the Dragon Intent Grass pointed out.

"Of course they will, but I have to try," Ricky replied. "That's not important. What matters is the decision

of the First Deputy Chief of the Misty South Palace.

If he agrees, then I'll become a core disciple. If he refuses, then I won't be able to do that, not even if I

killed a demi-saint from the devil race."

"You seem to have put a lot of thought into this problem." The Dragon Intent Grass smiled and

continued, "According to the way that the First Deputy Chief feels about you, he will be on your side.

That means that you are going to be a core disciple."

"Yes. But not right now," Ricky said. "Next, I will continue to absorb the bright ancestral spirit here.

Before the Emperor Intent Tomb disappears, I need to get as much of it as I can."

Saying no more, Ricky sat down with his legs crossed and opened the Devourer Zone to absorb more

of the bright ancestral spirit.