Chapter 1413 Dejected


    The ancestor''s words wrung like a jolt of electricity through Morton''s body, causing him to tense up on


    the spot. As a result, the violent Order Law on his body quickly dissipated, and his shoulders rxed.


    He felt a strong sense of betrayal ovee his existence, but since the ancestor himself intervened,


    he dared not protest.


    "I apologize for my actions. I was being impulsive."


    The shadow reigning over his stare was suddenly reced with remorse as he cupped his hands and


    bowed towards the sky.


    "You don''t get to decide what''s right and what''s wrong. You should know your position here. I will


    punish you for this defiance by condemning you to guard the cemetery for the next ten years. Does that


    convince you to behave?" The ancestor dered his conviction, almost effortlessly.


    Hearing what he had to say, Morton''s eyes gave way and exposed his inner emotions, twitching with


    the scars of being wronged. His body trembled in response to his growing aggravation, and he


    clenched his fists to remainposed.


    "Ancestor, you should know better than anyone else about the harm Darren, the Defiant Master, will


    bring to our human race, if kept alive. Please, don''t misjudge me. I''m not conceited as to act the way I


    did due to personal gains. With all due respect, I don''t think I''m the one who''s wrong here."


    Everyone understood Morton''s intentions. He wanted to convey that he chose to dispose of Darren to


    protect the human race from any future threats rather than act out for something as selfish as


    vengeance.


    "It seems you haven''t realized your mistake yet. Once you return, you shall be punished with a penalty


    of ten more years. There''s no room for negotiation; this is my final decision."


    Once the ancestor imposed his sentence on Morton, the sky was coated with dark clouds and fierce


    winds, validating the judgment passed onto him. Soon, the ancestor''s aura disappeared like grains in


    the sand.


    "No! Stop this, please!"


    Morton roared lightly, protesting against the unfair call. But despite how he felt, the sentence could not


    be reversed. He had no choice but to implement it after he went out.


    "Morton, are you still unconvinced? It seems you still don''t understand why the ancestor punished you.


    Since you have time, reflect on your actions at the time and space turbulent flow. Besides, the ancestor


    only intended to protect you when he restricted you from acting out against Darren. If he didn''t do so,


    you''d have kicked the bucket at the hands of Lord Starry Sword.


    The reason why the ancestor told you to guard the cemetery for twenty years was that he is lenient to


    you. If you continue on the path you''re on and refuse to change, the human race will not spare you a


    second chance. You will be the first deputy god to be beheaded by the Ancestral Land in the past


    seven hundred thousand years. Conduct yourself well,"


    a mysterious master cloaked in ck robes said, his voice echoing from the depths of the sky,


    sounding solemn. He was the most fatal guard in the Ancestral Land. Only the ancestor was aware of


    the extents of his strength.


    Once the echoes of the statement of the man d in ck robes drowned out, so did his aura. He left


    the Archean relic.


    With the warning ringing through his head on a loop, Morton remained silent, processing his thoughts.


    Those words finally struck some sense into him. As he reyed what he had done at the time and


    space turbulent flow in his head, he felt cold sweats trickle down his forehead, dousing him with


    remorse from his actions. He finally realized why the ancestor decided to punish him.


    "I will follow the order."


    With his head lowered to showcase his shame, Morton bowed to the void and epted the punishment


    exacted upon him without hesitation.


    Guarding the cemetery was no trifling task. It was fraught with uncertain threats, where life could blink


    out in an instant.


    "You might have saved yourself for now." With his wrinkled and turbid eyes, Morton shot an


    emotionless re at Darren. "But until the day you reach the Superior God Realm, you will remain a


    target to me."


    "If you have the ability, then I, Ynda Leng, will dly take you on in a battle to the death."


    To Morton''s surprise, a bewitching woman appeared next to Darren, protecting him.


    She made no attempt to conceal her surging bloodlust, aimed at Morton.


    "Who the hell are you?" Taken aback from her confession, Morton prepared himself to give her an


    earful before it dawned over him who she was. "Ynda Leng... That name, that physique... Wait,


    you''re... You''re the wife of Supreme God Alfredo!"


    With the revtion suddenly hurled at him, Morton began to panic. It was hard to pinpoint her identity


    from her name and appearance. But considering her eternal immortal body, the remarkably special


    physique, he was certain of who she was. Who else could it be, if not the wife of Alfredo Chu?


    At this moment, the sky was boiling, stirring up with confusion.


    The great masters broke character and indulged themselves in silent whispers, quelling their curiosity.


    After conducting a short exchange of theories among themselves, they were sure that this woman, was


    in fact, the wife of Alfredo.


    Having considered her dead, they were shocked to see her alive in the flesh.


    Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!


    Coming to terms with the situation, dozens of powerful masters at the Superior God Realm, including a


    few deputy gods, descended one after another, surrounding her.


    "Nice to meet you, Ms. Leng."


    "Nice to meet you, Ynda."


    "Nice to meet you, Immortal Lord Ynda."


    Among these great masters, some were younger than her, and some were of the same generation as


    her. Therefore, they each had a unique way of referring to her. But they all greeted her with the utmost


    respect.


    "Hello, everyone." Cupping her hands, she bowed to return their politeness.


    Following suit, Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng also flew over to her and cupped their hands in


    greeting. "Nice to meet you, madam."


    Acknowledging them, Ynda broke her cold demeanor and smiled warmly at them. "I''ve heard an


    awful lot about you two, but I didn''t have the chance to meet you face to face. After finally having met


    you two today, I realize that you''re both indeed peerless geniuses, just like Alfredo was back then."


    "Madam, you tter me. I''ve done nothing to deserve such high praise from you," Lord Feng confessed


    humbly.


    "Supreme God Alfredo and I are two worlds apart. I''m not even half as good as him, let alonepare


    myself to him," Lord Starry Sword, who was revered for hisposure, said politely.


    Alfredo was a Defiant Master. In fact, his cultivation level hadn''t reached the Supreme God Realm and


    he never imed himself to be a supreme god. But hisbat skills were second to none. Even when


    pitted against other supreme gods, he could hold his own against them. Therefore, in acknowledgment,


    the powerful warriors of other generations bestowed upon him the title Supreme God Alfredo.


    "You two are being modest," Ynda said, stretching her plump lips, forming a heartwarming smile.


    "My nephew, Darren, has gone through a lot of hardships. He wouldn''t have made it this far if you two


    weren''t there to help him. Thank you for all of your efforts."


    "You''re wee, madam."


    Overwhelmed with appreciation, Ynda showered the two with gratitude for their efforts. Morton''s face


    darkened with contempt as he eavesdropped on their exchange.


    ''Damn it! Why does Darren suddenly have so many powerful people shielding him? It''s not fair!''


    "You old aberrant dog, if you want to kill my nephew so badly, why don''t you try it?" Ynda red at


    him, her eyes fraught with disdain.


    Sensing her intense demeanor, Morton began to hyperventte and nipped his growing anger in the


    bud, feeling powerless. "You misunderstand me, madam. I have always been sincerely respectful to


    Supreme God Alfredo. Since Darren is his nephew, I will drop my wish to avenge my disciples and


    digest their passing."


    "Humph! You old bastard!" Ynda shouted angrily, unable to contain herself. "Your disciples were no


    saints! They hadmitted many evil deeds, unspeakable things. They deserved to be beheaded. Are


    you seriously trying to advocate for someone so corrupted? Do you think you''re doing us a favor by


    deciding against killing Darren? You''re such a vile man. Do you think someone like you, who''s driven


    by selfish desires, deserves to be the backbone of the human race and be called a deputy god?"


    Ynda was already briefed about the situation rting to Morton and his disciples from Darren, but


    she had never pinned him to be shameless enough to attempt an assassination on him.


    So even though Morton had reached apromise on the issue, she wouldn''t let his actions slide.


    However, considering her current position, shecked the strength to go head to head with a deputy


    god. Even if the two were to trade blows, Ynda would suffer a violent end.


    But if this were to happen two hundred thousand years ago in the past, she would have pped him


    into oblivion. Back then, before her strength faced a major downgrade, she boasted of skills on par with


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    that of the upper-level Deputy God Realm.


    "You don''t have to be so aggressive, Ynda Leng. I''m willing to spare Darren''s life only because of


    the respect I hold for the deceased Supreme God Alfredo. Otherwise, I wouldn''t hesitate for a second


    to fight you."


    Unable to take the insults any longer, Morton''s face shifted its color, consumed with rage.


    "Calm yourself, Morton. How dare you speak disrespectfully to our senior? I''ll cut you down to size if


    you don''t stop."


    "It seems that it''s time for we human race to make important decisions regarding who deserves their


    position in the higher-ups and who doesn''t. The ones who fall short of the criteria will be faced with


    instant extermination."


    "Consider this a warning, Morton. Disrespect Ynda again, and I will kill you."


    As soon as Morton made a bold jab at Ynda, the group of big shots stepped in to protect her,


    ganging up on him all at once.


    At this moment, Morton felt cornered, surrounded by dozens of killing intents with him in their scope.


    He felt powerless and gave up his will to protest altogether.


    Even Lord Starry Sword, his junior of ater generation, couldy waste to him. If anyone else were to


    take him on, he would lose all hopes of survival.


    With the ancestor already gone, Morton was left vulnerable, at the mercy of these great masters. If they


    wished to kill him, there would be no one to intervene, and he would surely taste permanent dismissal.