Nobilis of War

Chapter 1527 The Return Of Heath

"The supreme spear intent?"

Such a violent and overbearing spear intent made most people tremble. It was as terrifying as being

suppressed by a supreme god's spiritual sense.

Bang! Bang! Bang

The black-robed guard's arms turned blood-red as he attacked the eight spears. The force of the

collision threw him thousands of feet away.

An old figure suddenly appeared in front of the hall of the Ancestral Land. The ancestor himself showed

up again to watch the battle.

"Argh!"

The black-robed guard roared madly at the counterattack. It had taken the young man only two moves

to defeat him! He wouldn't accept it. After all the time of cultivating, had his hard work really been in

vain?

"Come back. You are no match for Finley."

The ancestor spoke up, forcing the crazed guard to restrain the god's power.

"Yes, sir." Even though the guard was unwilling, he could only nod respectfully and fly back to the front

of the hall, quietly landing beside the ancestor.

"Leave it be. It looks as if he's comprehended a lot from the battle scenes Supreme God Alfredo had

left behind. Since he has reached the Deputy God Realm, it's understandable that you wouldn't be a

match for him."

The guard didn't want to give up. The ancestor worried this would affect his warrior spirit, so he chose

his words carefully to explain the matter to him.

"Yes, I understand." Only then did the guard's annoyance drop.

"Starry Sword, Finley Feng, both of you, come here." The ancestor's old, hoarse voice transmitted over

to them.

"Yes, sir."

No matter how arrogant they were, they wouldn't dare disrespect the ancestor. This was not merely

because of the ancestor's strength, but because of the faith all humans had. As their leader, he

commanded respect from all.

Even if there were supreme gods among the younger generations, they were all obligated to respect

the ancestor.

"Ancestor, what can I do for you?" Lord Feng asked as Lord Starry Sword didn't like to speak.

"Are you certain you can help Darren survive the tribulations?" the ancestor asked.

"Yes, ancestor. It's not due to any close ties we have with Darren. We simply see it as an opportunity.

With Darren alive, our race will very likely have the strongest supreme god in the future. That could

only be beneficial to us," Lord Feng explained.

"I too am aware of that. However, it would be incredibly difficult. Humans wouldn't be able to afford

such a great loss."

In the ancestor's consciousness, he truly believed that Darren's death was inevitable. No matter who

tried to save him, he had little chance of survival.

"But the Twelve Great Witchers have already decided to help Darren. Even if we don't go, once Darren

reaches the Superior God Realm, the chief gods' spiritual sense will appear, isn't that right?" Lord Feng

asked.

"I plan on taking the last step myself," the ancestor said.

"The last step?" Lord Starry Sword frowned. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you mean that you want a

part of the human race to cross the void?"

"Yes." The ancestor nodded.

This had been a safety measure for the longest time. Once grave danger struck the human race, the

human masters would escort those with great potential to hide in another void. There they could lead a

new life and reproduce so that their race wouldn't die out.

Such a plan would only take place in the event that the human race was at the risk of annihilation.

Both Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng hadn't expected the ancestor to carry out the plan before

seeing if Darren could survive the tribulations.

"Ancestor, please don't!" Lord Feng was the first to object. He knew what crossing the void meant. It

meant that the vast majority of humans would be left behind. They would be forced to stay where they

were now until the chief gods wiped them out. Only a chosen handful would survive.

"That is my personal decision. But it will all depend on Heath. If he has a different opinion, we will

reevaluate our choices," the ancestor said.

It appeared Heath had a very important position.

However, neither Lord Starry Sword nor Lord Feng knew who Heath was.

"Can one person truly determine the future of the human race?" Lord Feng couldn't understand the

importance of the man. Even the ancestor himself was hesitant to make the decision. What gave Heath

the qualification to do that?

"You will have to wait for him." The ancestor closed his turbid eyes, and became motionless. His breath

was dissipated as if he were dead.

Lord Feng and Lord Starry Sword had no choice but to retreat and wait quietly. They were curious to

see what kind of a person Heath was.

A few hours later, some figures gradually came out from the void. They were quiet and caused no

fluctuation as they walked by. They flew silently to the ancestor's side.

They were the tomb keepers.

As time went on, more and more tomb keepers returned, summoned by the ancestor.

Not long after, the sound of chains colliding came from the void.

Many black-robed people, shackled in chains, appeared in front of everyone.

"Look. These are the ascetic cultivators who guard the cemetery!"

"Yes, it is said that they all have once had the potential to become supreme gods."

"Those who can enter the supreme gods' cemetery and cultivate in the Cliff of Cultivation are as good

as Finley Feng and Starry Sword. It's good they came back so they could restrain the two young men's

arrogance."

Many masters were excited to see the ascetic cultivators. They'd been famous in the Primitive

Wilderness once upon a time. They were invincible, leaving behind legends in human territories.

With time, however, they gradually disappeared from people's sights. In the end, they hid in the

supreme gods' cemetery and never came out again.

People believed that once they entered the cemetery, they had tried their best to become supreme

gods. This was their goal in life, and they didn't mind dying for it.

The sight stunned even Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng.

Their auras were much stronger than they had imagined. Those were the most powerful masters of the

human race.

"Which one is Heath?"

They couldn't help but search for Heath among those figures.

Thousands of black-robed ascetic cultivators passed by, and then a young man in armor flew out from

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"Ancestor."

The young man in armor greeted the ancestor respectfully as he stood beside him.

"Heath, it's good that you've returned. You can now make a decision for us." The ancestor opened his

eyes, asked Heath to make a decision, and said nothing more.

"What a troublesome boy! Had I known it earlier, I would have killed him. Why did I send him to the

abyss? I was a fool to do so," Heath said calmly. There was no hostility in his tone.

He had been the one to send Darren to the supreme gods' cemetery, but Darren hadn't known his

identity at all.

"So, are you going to help him survive the tribulations?" the ancestor asked.

Heath didn't answer, lost in thought.

"Why? Ancestor, why are you letting Heath make the decision? Even if he is an ascetic cultivator in the

supreme gods' cemetery, he is not worthy enough to make a decision for the entire human race,"

someone complained.

Even the ancestor wouldn't take such a decision lightly, so why did he allow an ascetic cultivator to

make it? This concerned billions of lives!

"It just so happens that our human race's powerful cultivators are all here. Now let me announce some

news. Heath is to become the seventh supreme god of the human race."

His words caused a stir, and everyone's blood began to boil.

They couldn't believe what they had just heard. The seventh supreme god of the human race? What

was even more inconceivable was that Supreme God Braxton was the fifth one.

While people respectfully called Alfredo Supreme God Alfredo, he wasn't considered a real supreme

god. What made Heath the seventh supreme god? Was there a sixth one? How was that possible?

What was going on?

Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng were just as taken aback as the rest.