After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 546 - 510: The Dream Mirror Closest to the Truth (2nd update)

Chapter 546: Chapter 510: The Dream Mirror Closest to the Truth (2nd update)

The entrance to the outside through the Golden Gate was long.

They had only covered half the distance when they saw a corpse leaning against a rock.

The decayed clothes were barely recognisable, but Pierce Stephens instantly recognised the person.

It was Timothy Stephens.

Pierce’s eyes reddened, and he knelt before Timothy.

He called out in a hoarse voice, "Elder brother!"

There was only one corpse, suggesting that their sister-in-law wasn’t here. Pierce searched the area, but he still couldn’t find her body.

From the decayed state of Timothy’s body, it was clear that he hadn’t survived long before dying.

There was a small table and chair nearby, as well as a small box.

Inside the box were the four treasures of the study.

Timothy had used these to write thousands of documents of evidence.

Chloe picked up an ink bar and examined the engraved character on it.

The character for "Montgomery" was clearly visible.

It must have been something left behind by the ancestors of the Montgomery family.

It wasn’t strange for the Montgomery family to leave things here since the Golden Gate had been opened hundreds of years ago.

Of course, each Golden Gate entrance was unique.

This particular one was used for regular passage, so the path here was well worn.

There were quite a few items left behind.

Not only the ink box, but also many strange and unique objects were found in the dust.

Chloe looked up at the beads again, then turned to Len Hawthorne and said, "This Golden Gate must be closed."

There was no need to use these ancient entrances in today’s society with the development of technology.

If people from Dark City were to come in, even if the items inside couldn’t be easily taken, there would still be those bold enough to try.

Once irreparable mistakes were made, Dark City would likely change.

The Twelve Palace Golden Gates served as the supporting pillars of the entire Dark City.

If one pillar were to collapse, there would be a collapse.

"The Slaughter Squad will handle this. However, Little Chloe seems to be hiding something from me," Len Hawthorne said.

"I’m not the only one who can open the Golden Gate."

The implication was that she also knew the secret of using blood to open the gate.

Len Hawthorne was speechless and unable to respond.

The Stephens family carefully packed the bones, put them into a box, and took them away.

Chloe and Len Hawthorne lagged behind, both looking back at the vivid rows of people in the center.

"Let’s go."

Len touched Chloe’s head.

Chloe looked at him again.

Len Hawthorne helplessly said, "Elder brother truly doesn’t know why that blood can open the Golden Gate."

Chloe decided to believe him, for the time being.

Seeing her doubtful expression, Len Hawthorne couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

*

As they left the Golden Gate, Len asked the girl beside him, "Are you still going to stay in Dark City?"

"The matter is not over yet."

"Are you really planning to take action?" Len frowned. "The matter with the common alliance is very serious, and I need some time here."

"You handle your business. I’ll handle mine," Chloe added, "The Nineteenth Dragon Guardian is protecting Alex Stephens, so the Slaughter Squad doesn’t need to search anymore."

"..."

He said so.

But where is the person?

He had thought that the Nineteenth Dragon Guardian was a cowardly person.

It turned out the Dragon Guardian had been won over by Chloe.

While he was kept in the dark, who knew how much had been done?

*

Len Hawthorne decided to stay and handle the common alliance’s territory with his team members, while Chloe did not stay with him.

Pierce Stephens received the remains of Timothy Stephens and prepared to take them back to the Stephens family.

Adam Stephens and Yvette Foster would also return with them.

Chloe gave Charlotte Richardson two pills, one for protecting the heart pulse and the other for repairing the meridians.

That was a favor to Adam Stephens.

Charlotte and Pierce looked at Chloe with complex emotions in their eyes. They stood in front of the rail car with Alex Stephens, bidding farewell to Chloe.

Alex wanted to stay and train, Pierce wanted to keep Caden here to protect Alex, but Alex refused.

With Chloe around, Pierce didn’t think it was necessary either.

When everyone left, Alex turned to Chloe and asked, "Those two Golden Gates..."

"They were the old entrance."

Seeing Chloe not answering his question, he could only suppress his curiosity, "Where will those living people from the common alliance be taken to?"

"I don’t know," Chloe shook her head.

About this matter, she really didn’t know.

Alex looked far away at the old site of the common alliance, "You and him really don’t have that kind of relationship?"

Chloe didn’t answer his question, she stepped towards another rail car.

Leaving the common alliance’s territory, heading towards the area where the alliance was located.

Alex followed behind her, but he always felt that Chloe came here this time just to cause trouble.

*

Len Hawthorne stood at the former gate of the common alliance looking at the old tower and other residences buried deep below.

Once they were buried, everything would be gone.

Only an old gate remained.

"Team Hawthorne, we’ve set up the resting place. You haven’t rested for two days, and everyone is worried."

A team member ran over, pointing to the tents set up not far away.

Len Hawthorne nodded, jumped down from the ruins with a cigarette in his mouth, and walked towards the tent.

He leaned back in the simple tent and unknowingly fell asleep.

A cold female voice suddenly came.

"Coward!"

It was scolding someone.

The voice was sharp but pleasant to listen to.

Len Hawthorne followed the sound and saw through multiple layers of white fog. In the cold darkness, a woman with an indiscernible face stood coldly in front of a man in white.

The man was wearing some strange accessories, and there was a sense of mysteriousness to him like an ancient priest.

His black hair was as pure as white, without any impurities.

The wind surged at the entrance, blowing his hair and clothes towards the woman, obscuring his face.

But with an unintentional glimpse, one could vaguely see the man’s deep and peerless outline.

Without even taking a closer look, it was obvious how handsome this man could be.

And the woman had a cold, domineering aura about her, with a touch of brutality in the corner of her eyes.

Like a unsheathed sword, she could kill at any moment, destroying even deities.

Two people with different temperaments stood together, harmoniously in an inexplicable way.

The man in front filled with an immortal aura stood there like a deity, quietly looking at the woman.

He wanted to say something but couldn’t.

The woman coldly scolded again, disappointed: "Coward."

As the woman turned around, the scene changed abruptly.

They arrived on a glacier, where nothing could be seen besides frost.

Len Hawthorne was forced to stand at an angle where no other angle could be captured.

The lingering glance caught sight of the white-haired man who walked out from his right side, dragging a white robe with him. Behind him, drop after drop of bright red blood left a startling trail.

As the bleeding scene flooded in, the man’s white hair and robe were dyed red and black, exuding an incredible aura.

The remorse and anger howled in the sky, then he vaguely saw the man turn around, destroying the world as if he were a fallen deity...

"Huh!"

Len Hawthorne suddenly sat up.

He rubbed his temples and wiped his forehead, only to find himself covered in cold sweat.

He was certain.

That white hair was from the one he couldn’t see clearly before.

This time, although he still didn’t see it clearly, he could see more.

What was the trigger for the dream mirror?

Was it the Golden Gate or Allen Godfrey’s trick?

After thinking, he inclined more towards the former.

Unable to sleep, Len Hawthorne crawled out of the tent and stood under the closed Golden Gate, staring deeply at it.

How much did what he dreamt have to do with the Golden Gate?

He had a vague feeling that the sudden dream mirror was closer to the truth, but as for what the truth was, no one knew.

Len Hawthorne pressed his temples, feeling that he had to deal with this place quickly and go back for treatment.

If this continued, he would eventually become mentally ill.