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Chapter 557: GREY
"What did he do?" Aegon’s heart raced with sudden unease.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not replay the battle inside his head. The details slipped away like smoke.
"Doesn’t matter," he muttered, forcing his focus elsewhere. "I will gather more data to deal with him."
His mind drifted instead to a hidden defect, an illusory pawn planted deep within his thoughts.
That piece sat close to Nightflame’s location, carefully observing everything around the target without drawing attention.
Aegon’s true goal remained Nightflame. He had planned every meticulous step to claim him.
Another person under watch was Aqua. Unlike Nightflame, capturing Aqua would not be easy. Within the entity Aqua belonged to, supernatural abilities were supposed to be impossible.
Only Aaron and his clones stood as the strange anomalies who could still wield power there.
But Aegon was not worried. He had already plotted exact ways to handle both clones. It was only a matter of time before he obtained everything he wanted.
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Aaron opened his eyes slowly. A sharp pang of headache slammed into his skull like a hammer.
"Urgh!" he groaned, the sound low and pained as he tried to sit up.
Heavy qi-infused chains clamped tightly around his wrists and ankles, holding him down.
He was locked inside a dark dungeon, the air thick with dampness and the faint smell of mold and old stone.
The cell looked grim and neglected, clearly meant to break prisoners. Guards, dozens of demonic cultivators, stood watch outside, their postures tense and alert.
Aaron rose to his feet with calm determination.
The heavy chains around his arms and legs suddenly snapped open and fell away with a metallic clatter as he willed them free.
He rubbed his sore wrists, the skin still marked from the long hours of restraint, then walked steadily toward the iron bars of the cell.
In the next moment, the thick iron bars bent outward with a loud groan, twisting apart like soft clay and creating a wide opening.
The instant Aaron stepped out of the cell, the demonic cultivators closed in fast. They surrounded him in a tight circle, weapons drawn and energy crackling at their fingertips, ready to unleash attacks at the slightest move.
"You," Aaron asked one of the nearest cultivators, his voice steady despite the situation. "What happened to me?"
"We are the ones who would love to ask you questions," a quiet voice replied calmly from behind the group.
The demonic cultivators parted smoothly, opening a clear path. From the gap, a large-built man stepped forward with deliberate steps.
He wore dark demonic robes that flowed around his powerful frame. A heavy gauntlet covered one hand, radiating a destructive aura that made the air around it feel heavy and charged.
Behind the large-built man stood a lady with a strikingly pretty face. She held an elegant fan in one hand, twirling it slowly between her fingers as if the tension in the air meant nothing to her.
"About that... I don’t know," Aaron answered truthfully, his tone steady but laced with confusion.
"Just a bit of my clone snapping a cultivator’s neck. And someone I wanted to kill changing all of a sudden and playing me like a fool."
"Now my turn to ask questions," he continued, eyes narrowing. "What happened? How did I end up here?"
"Shut up," the demonic cultivator with the gauntlet snarled angrily, his fists clenching tight at his sides.
"You are not asking the questions here. I am the one asking questions around here."
Aaron rubbed his throbbing head in frustration and annoyance. "I genuinely don’t have time for all this nonsense. I need to find out what happened in the battle and what that Aegon is up to."
"That’s none of our business!" the demonic cultivator roared, lunging forward with a vicious stab aimed straight at Aaron’s chest.
"Hah. Do you really have a comprehension problem?" Aaron asked, sweeping his long hair backward with one hand. The strands felt thicker and heavier than he remembered.
"Hmm?" he muttered, pausing as he caught sight of his own skin. It had become even more beautiful and fair, almost glowing with an unnatural smoothness under the dim dungeon light.
"Just what happened?" Aaron whispered to himself, stretching out his hand. He caught the incoming punch with effortless ease, the impact barely registering against his palm.
"You will have to give me the answers if you don’t want me to destroy everything about your sect," Aaron said coldly, his voice dropping to a dangerous low.
"You have already done that, bastard!" the demonic cultivator roared in pure anger, his face twisting with rage. "You killed Chen Ruo!"
He threw another punch from his free arm, the air whistling sharply around the gauntlet.
"Heaven Devouring Punch!" he bellowed, power surging through the strike.
"Hah. You seriously don’t know how to play nice, do you?" Aaron asked in growing annoyance.
Before the heavy fist could land, it was severed clean in two. A flash of energy sliced through the air with surgical precision.
"Black sphere? White sphere?" Aaron muttered in confusion, staring at the merged form of his ego weapons. "Why are you guys merged together?"
In the next instant, the combined ego weapons transformed. They shifted and reshaped into the small form of a little child.
The child was cute and adorable, standing at the stature of a five-year-old.
His short hair was split perfectly down the middle, the right side jet black, the left side pure white.
His beautiful eyes held two different colors: the right iris a brilliant white, the left a deep, endless black.
"Hmm. Father!" the young child called out happily, his voice bright and innocent.
Aaron stood frozen. Every cultivator around him was stunned into silence. But none was as shocked as Aaron himself.
"Father?" he thought, a wave of disbelief crashing over him. "Give me a break."
It was the exact same way Flameborn had addressed him. And yet he had not even given birth to a child of his own.
Speaking of children... it wasn’t a bad idea to have one now. He might need to sit down for a thorough discussion with his wives about it soon.