Chapter 1935 - 1: Original Version Pioneer Space

Chapter 1935: Chapter 1: Original Version Pioneer Space

"The words spoken in front of him back then... in his eyes... hasn’t this become a joke?!"

"What’s there to joke about?"

The Great Khan shook his head slightly, Ankato looked at the constantly changing projection dome above and solemnly said, "The Earl of Silver Peak... no, given the current intelligence, it should be the Duke of Silver Peak, Archduke of South Ridge."

"Ian Silverpeak has already reached the Fifth Energy Level. Although he might lack some accumulation, he undoubtedly possesses the Fifth Energy Level of the Top Seat’s Blood—such a person, accompanying you younger ones for fun back then, was already very considerate of you."

"As the backdrop to a legend, you’re not that disgraceful."

"Has my generation become confused again?" Raising his eyebrow, Gaer was about to comment on his generational rank when the Great Khan tapped his younger son’s head, spitting out a spray of blood: "What’s confused? The Duke of Silverpeak is the successor of Inega II, also the direct disciple of that fellow Hiliard. Axel is practically of the same generation as him, and barely the same as me."

"Indeed, he’s one generation older than you, two generations older than those of your age."

This is probably the favorite topic among all Royal Court People—the sequence of seniority is something that they never tire of.

"So he could still count as an elder."

Wiping the blood off his head, now Gaer was pleased—turns out there’s someone with a higher seniority than him, who is about the same age as him. But thinking about the other’s strength already at the Fifth Energy Level, matching his own generation rank, his mood soured again.

After the father and son discussed the generational rank and inheritance of Terra’s Fifth Energy Level strongmen, the topic gradually shifted to the main point.

"Dad, what’s going on with you?"

Leaning on the bed’s edge, resting his hands on his head, Gaer wagged his tail and asked in confusion, "Nothing major happened, and you didn’t have any internal injuries before, how come you’ve suddenly ’fallen gravely ill’?"

"If you’re pretending to be seriously ill to see which of my brothers or sisters would act against you... to be blunt, no one is that dumb, at least pretend more convincingly."

"Why is that?"

And Ankato glanced at Gaer, then ruffled his hair and ears: "Do you also think I’m pretending?"

"Gaer... my youngest son, the most adaptable, most attuned to this era, and most talented son..."

At this moment, Gaer suddenly sensed something was wrong—his father’s hand rubbing his head grew stronger and more inescapable, then he heard his father speak softly: "If I told you I’m truly ill and the cause is precisely because of the technology Axel gave me, what would you think?"

"If I told you that before Axel set his plans in motion, he had already given me the complete set of ’Soul Transmigration Technology’, can you still remain so relaxed now?"

His head pressed against the bed’s edge, his whole body pinned down by hundreds of times gravity, unable to move, Gaer felt his eyes filling with blood, his skull cracking, the entire body losing sensation, only hearing faintly his father’s cold words.

But even so, he still laughed.

"Don’t... joke... with such... old stuff..."

Though his speech was jumbled, Gaer wasn’t afraid at all, he endured the gravity, blood flowing from his seven orifices, yet he continued to laugh: "The glowing bird’s side... their soul technology, absolutely can’t hurt you!"

"It’s for another reason, you tried to make a further breakthrough, and that’s why you got injured!"

Saying so, Gaer’s hair, flattened by the hypergravity, started standing up, and his organs, body, and nervous system gradually adapted to the environment. Although he still couldn’t lift his head, his fractured skull began healing, becoming harder: "It’s the Arcane Pathway, right? You saw further possibilities in the Arcane Pathway and intended to make a gamble, but lacking talent, you ultimately failed and injured yourself, right?"

"Oh."

Raising his hand, Ankato released the gravitational restraint, surprisedly using his fingers to lift Gaer’s head, examining closely, puzzled: "Neither your mom nor I are this smart, how did you figure it out?"

—Because I’m also learning the Arcane Pathway, old man!

Though thinking that inwardly, Gaer straightened his previously deformed spine before straightening his upper body, disgruntled: "I noticed just now, Dad, your Aether aura is a bit off from before."

"Battleground wolf is earth, celestial wolf is sky, you possess the Blood of the Celestial Wolf, controlling wind and space-time, but earlier when you drew me in, it was clearly gravity, the Earth Attribute Aether."

"Clearly, you are doing what all our ancestors intended, which is to, like the First Celestial Khan, merge the two Bloodline powers to become truly the Khan of All Worlds, mastering heaven and earth."

"Of course, you failed—the Arcane Pathway indeed holds the possibility of reorganizing the Bloodline Inheritance, reshaping our internally chaotic Bloodline True Form, but this isn’t something you can achieve in a mere few months or half a year. You were impatient, though you gained new power, you fell gravely ill, unable to intervene in the chaos stirred by the glowing bird next door."

"I deserved being grabbed to death by you just now without knowing any of this."