Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 650

Chapter 650: Banished!!!
‘I…I have to leave the sect?’ The thought came as more than a sudden shock to Zeras, as he looked at Rowan who walked towards him.

Never would he have thought he would have to leave the sect in less than two years of his entrance. Not after he went through those troubles just to secure a position in it, all the trouble to be able to get back into the inner sect. And now, he had to…leave.

“Announce to the entire sect that the disciple Zeras has been eternally banished from the sect. Leave the reasons to their imagination,” Rowan said to her.

“As for you, come with me…” Rowan ordered coldly, walking past him as his footsteps slowly faded away. With a deep breath, Zeras reined down his beating heart, following after him.

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“According to my knowledge, you came into the sect with only your cat on your shoulder. Your Void Cat is a specialty among specialties. You can either leave it with the sect to help you nurture it to its—”

“I’ll be taking it with me,” Zeras cut him off, already knowing where the matter was going. Without waiting for an answer, he floated to the ground, landing before the door of his mountain abode and entering it.

Shutting the door close, Zeras walked around the home, looking for a piece of paper and a pen. He quickly wrote something down, leaving it on the center table, before walking into the room where Fluffy could be seen snoring away, only waking up after he arrived mere meters away from it.

“Meow?” the cat said to him, swiping its paw over its eyes after noticing Zeras’s slightly melancholic and silent state.

“We leave, Fluffy…” Zeras said as the cat rose up fully, quickly climbing up on him and jumping over his shoulder.

“Meow?” the cat asked worriedly, wondering why they had to leave once more, but Zeras could only smile.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be to a better place…” He said with a conviction that he wasn’t even sure he had. Giving one last look at the note he left on the table, he opened the door, floating up back to Rowan, who stretched his hands to the side, a big vortex forming in the span of a millisecond.

“Let’s leave…” He said, stepping into the teleporter, and Zeras followed after him. Both their figures faded away, and the place was reduced to a calm silence once more.

Unknowing to them both, a certain figure could be seen sitting down on a desolated mountaintop deep within the jungle of the sect.

His beard was scrawny, with a bottle in his hands, and Zeras would have recognized him as that scruffy old elder in the Martial God Hall.

“Ahhhh, it really is him, huh? How unfortunate…” the elder said, the light in his eyes dulling as he looked at the bottle in his hands, taking a small sip of it.

“He is simply too weak to even cause a minor ripple. Telling him would only result in a stupid decision from him. He needs more time…” The elder said to himself, rising up from the mountain and moving back in the direction of the Martial God Hall.

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“This is the other and farthest side of the God’s Children area. It will take you at least fifty years to travel back to the Ten Thousand Transformation Sect…” The voice of Rowan echoed through the desolation that laid before him and Zeras.

An area of absolute chaos, and disparaging environmental conditions. Through the area, Zeras could see places that were oozing out lava, a sea of lava having been spread forth, another area of broken and half-crumbled mountain pieces, and another area of thick jungle trees, and large canopy trees that extended for millions of miles.

“The people living here are aboriginal races that either couldn’t evolve well to fit the new world or simply want to be left alone.

With your cultivation stage, at least you shouldn’t be killed in a blink. May I never see you again…” Rowan said to him, turning back to the portal and seemingly leaving him alone.

But before he could step through the portal, he stopped at the voice.

“When I completed the Defier test to join the inner sects, I was told that the sect would owe me a single wish, as long as it does not go overboard…” Zeras suddenly called out as Rowan stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing.

The last thing he would want is for the young man to return back to the sect with the advantage of the sect owing him something…

“And?” he asked, turning back to him.

“I want to know why I’m being banished. Why did she say I’m an accursed spawn of a bastard? And what do you mean by just because she is my mother doesn’t mean I am? I swap that wish to learn more about the topic…” Zeras said, turning his gaze to Rowan. His eyes gleaming with seriousness.

Of course, Zeras had heard information about the strange topic that was discussed back then, just a few hours ago.

It was more than clear to him that the Ten Thousand Transformation Sect knew something about his origin. He wanted to at least know that. It will be worth everything in the world.

“You seek the question of your origin, don’t you? I bet that’s why you even ended up here in the Ten Thousand Transformation Sect, or a person like you would have gone with the Divine Battle Sect,” Rowan said as a crimson-colored platform appeared beneath his feet and he sat down, directing his gaze to the moon in the far distance…

“Sit down. I’ll use this to repay what I owe her three hundred years ago…” He said, his eyes flashing with a memory from a distant past.

“It all started with the Ten Thousand Transformation Sect, and a small girl found on a river shore by an elder of the sect. That elder is none other than Morana…”