Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 1143

Chapter 1143: Chapter 459: Awakening of the Titan Emperor Dragon, Descent of the Crimson Will (7.4K) Chapter 1143: Chapter 459: Awakening of the Titan Emperor Dragon, Descent of the Crimson Will (7.4K) Looking at the 1.6-meter-tall Doris Clark standing on her tiptoes to scold Glenn Clark, who was as tall as a small giant at 2 meters, Jack Clark couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?”

Glenn Clark touched the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed, “Bro, I made Mom angry.”

Then Glenn Clark repeated what he had just said.

Hearing this, Jack Clark smiled and said, “I thought it was something serious. Mom, it’s okay, Jim may appear reckless, but he’s actually very thoughtful.”

“However, Jim, sometimes a casual joke is also an unconscious manifestation, you should be more low-key in your actions in the future.”

“Under normal conditions, it’s quite normal for King-level individuals to extend their benefits to family members. For instance, there are some High-Ranking Powerhouses lurking around our house right now, ensuring your safety.”

“As for wanting wealth, that’s even simpler. Those ordinary things I left for Mom are worth tens of billions, not to mention the Refined Giant Beast Blood and Flesh I send back each month, which is even more valuable.”

“But you have to understand that all this comes from me, not from you. For cultivators, only the strength they control themselves truly belongs to them.”

“So once you start cultivation, even if your progress is quicker compared to your peers, don’t be complacent, because you’re starting from a higher baseline. Naturally, you must have higher demands for yourself.”

“And what Mom said just now was not wrong– even though we possess power above the mundane, we still have to abide by basic rules.”

“This abidance is not for show, but to discipline oneself. A person without fear or boundaries will face madness and destruction.”

“Brother, I got it,” Glenn Clark said seriously, nodding his head.

Jack Clark patted his shoulder, “Of course, this adherence to rules applies only to our Human Race. When it comes to the likes of the Evil God Sect and Purgatory True Demons, we do whatever it takes, as long as we eliminate the enemy.”

After he finished, Jack Clark turned to Doris Clark and smiled, “Mom, get in the car, I’ll drive.”

“Alright,” Doris Clark nodded, somewhat reassured.

The Clark family’s old home was over seventy kilometers from Mist River City; leaving the city, they had to take the highway to town and then follow a village road for another ten plus kilometers.

Soon Jack Clark had the car on the highway, and feeling a bit cramped, Glenn Clark shifted his position and then curiously asked, “Bro, I read online that you suppressed the Violent Dragon King Kavadola with just one move?”

“Yes,” Jack Clark nodded.

Glenn Clark was puzzled, “But weren’t you just a new Mythical King? That Kavadola was said to be in the Mid-Mythical Stage, how come he was so weak?”

A smile appeared on the corners of Jack Clark’s mouth, “Jim, for a cultivator, realm is one thing, combat power is another, like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old you taking on a thirty-year-old man.”

“I understand, brother.” Although Jack’s analogy was a bit odd, Glenn Clark still chuckled hehe.

Once the brothers had finished their chat, Doris Clark then expressed her concerns, “Jack, is the mythical world really dangerous? I heard it’s full of Giant Beasts as massive as mountains and teeming with monsters.”

Jack Clark reassured her, “Mom, don’t worry, the dangers there are meant for ordinary cultivators. For us, the risks are not significant…”

Jack Clark then briefly introduced them to the situation of the mythical world, of course, only selecting what were safe to discuss.

Such as how he roamed hundreds of thousands of kilometers, cut his way through the Evil God Sect and ventured into a so-called dangerous yet ‘average difficulty’ forbidden area…

Clark Village was located outside Great Mountain Town. Although the number of ordinary Mutated Creatures in the wilderness had increased over the years, they were still suppressed in the deep mountain old forest under the annual major clean-ups by the military.

Therefore, most rural areas in Eastern Summer still existed and, due to environmental factors, had become more profitable.

The cultivated grains yielded higher output, the vegetables tasted better, and during their free time, people could capture small animals with slight mutations to sell, fetching high prices.

Of course, those who could afford it still wanted to move to megacities, as this increased the chances of their children becoming cultivators since the educational gap between villages and cities remained large.

Around ten in the morning, Jack Clark drove up to the outskirts of Clark Village and could see a group of about ten people sitting under a large tree chatting idly at the entrance of the village.

Seeing the three people getting out of the car by the roadside, they did not recognize the Clark brothers, who had not returned for over a decade, but they all knew Doris Clark.

Suddenly, a man in his seventies shouted, “Doris Clark, it’s good you’re back, go to Old Mountain behind your house and take a look–people say your ancestral grave is emitting blue smoke.”

…Ancestral grave emitting blue smoke. Not only Doris Clark and Glenn Clark, but even Jack Clark was somewhat puzzled.

What was going on?

The ancestors of the Clark family had been financial well-to-do for several generations, owning a small hill in Clark Village as a burial ground, which was called Old Mountain–just beyond Clark Village.

So, hearing that blue smoke was coming from their ancestral grave, Jack Clark immediately looked toward the village rear, golden vertical pupils emerging in his eyes as his gaze pierced through the forest on the hillside.

Overgrown with weeds and twisted small trees, the hillside hosted seven separate burial mounds, including the graves of Jack’s father, grandfather, grand-uncle, great-grandfather.

And at that moment, strands of blue smoke were rising in broad daylight from the desolate hill, looking eerily unnatural.

Yet in reality, the area was experiencing unstable space with a dozen or so fine Black Cracks appearing, with streams of blue energy leaking out–a sight resembling blue smoke being emitted.

“Jack, Jim, take the stuff on your backs and let’s hurry over to check,” Doris said.

“Okay, Mom,” Glenn Clark replied, excitedly slinging the box of candles and paper money onto his back, quickly bounding up the hillside of Clark Village, covering hundreds of meters in a few leaps, and then excitedly shouting.