King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1118 - 1118 115 Devouring the Seven Disasters

Chapter 1118: Chapter 115: Devouring the Seven Disasters Chapter 1118: Chapter 115: Devouring the Seven Disasters “Why have you abandoned me?” After searching the entire Imperial Capital without finding any trace of her parents, Abigail, feeling utterly desolate, fell from the sky, muttering to herself.

“They didn’t abandon you.” At this moment, a chilly breath lingered around Abigail, awakening the young man steeped in sorrow.

“Who’s there?” Abigail abruptly looked up, then saw wisps of black air rising from the ground, condensing before him into a ghostly figure in lavish attire with purplish-blue skin.

“A ghostly figure, bold of you, do you know where you are?” Seeing this ghostly figure, Abigail subconsciously clenched his fist, but a strange feeling in his heart prevented him from striking.

“Of course, I know, I personally witnessed this city being built from nothing.”

“Who are you?” Hearing this, Abigail gradually relaxed his guard. In fact, after he came to his senses, he no longer felt much hostility toward the ghostly figure, as someone who could move freely within the palace must also hold a high status.

“Heh, you can call me Grandfather.” Ferdinand touched his chin where his beard no longer grew and chuckled.

“Grandfather? My grandfather has long been dead.” Abigail clenched his fist again, sensing that the figure before him was mocking him.

“Do you think I look alive?” Ferdinand, seeing his grandson ready to strike again, replied somewhat helplessly.

“No.” Seeing Ferdinand’s strong yet lifeless body, Abigail instinctively shook his head, then his face showed disbelief, “Are you really my grandfather?”

“You are now the new King of the Blazing Sky Kingdom. I would hardly come here just to deceive you.”

“The new king? No, I am not, my father is the King of the Blazing Sky Empire.”

“But he has now left, and what he left behind needs someone to inherit it, and you are the only heir.” Ferdinand looked at Abigail with a calm expression.

“Why did he leave? And where did he go after he left?” Abigail, prompted by the phrase Ferdinand had used upon appearing, eagerly pressed for answers, feeling that his grandfather might know more.

“Stop asking, I don’t know even if you ask,” Ferdinand looked at his grandson’s distrustful eyes and added, “I really don’t know.”

“Aren’t you my grandfather? How can you possibly know nothing?” Doubt flashed in Abigail’s eyes.

“Your father is so powerful, what can I do if he doesn’t want to say?” Ferdinand sighed, glanced at his grandson, and then showed a look of disdain,

“Compared to you, I would have much preferred your father to sit in the king’s spot, but sadly he insisted on leaving. Now, you must inherit his place, prepare to be crowned King of the Blazing Sky Empire!”

“…” Abigail fell silent, then he slowly began, “I don’t want to be king.”

“Child, don’t be foolish, the question is no longer if you want to be king, but that you must be. If you refuse, the empire will crumble and the world will fall into chaos. Can you bear to see that happen?”

“But… I feel, I’m not qualified yet.”

“You are already qualified, simply by being Arnold’s only progeny.”

“Right now, I just want to find my father, and my mother.”

Ferdinand, seeing his grandson’s despondent face, felt a bit of a headache, as he had difficulty understanding this feeling since royal families normally don’t have such affection.

“Alright, no need to look so down, I told you they didn’t abandon you. When they left, they left some things behind for you.”

“What things?” Abigail’s eyes sparkled as he stared at Ferdinand.

“The king’s Inheritance token, some powerful weapons, and a coordinate.”

As Ferdinand spoke, he took out some items, lifting them in front of his grandson with Death Qi.

“What coordinate?” Abigail quickly perceived something special among the items.

“It’s the answer you’re seeking, the final place your parents went to after they left.”

“Which one is it?” Abigail’s gaze moved impatiently among the items Ferdinand had taken out, his longing apparent.

“This is it,” Ferdinand pointed at the golden bracelet as if it were cast from amber.

“Where are the coordinates?” Abigail took the bracelet and examined it for a while before asking, somewhat puzzled.

“Inside. Arnold mentioned that when you crush this bracelet, you will acquire the coordinates. It also means you qualify to meet him again,” he explained.

Upon hearing this, Abigail immediately tried to destroy the bracelet without uttering another word, but after a long attempt, he realized he couldn’t leave even a slight mark on the supposedly fragile bracelet, even with all his might.

“Stop trying, it’s no use. Just be the king you are now and continue your spiritual practice,” Ferdinand advised.

Watching Abigail try over and over again, still unwilling to give up, Ferdinand sighed silently and said.

…

In the boundless Void, two beings stepped out from their physical shells, stretching their magnificent bodies.

“Are we really leaving Abigail in this world?” one asked.

“Staying here is the best option for him. Even if we reveal our identities and take him back, what good would it do?” Muria, pondering while examining his reincarnated body, replied.

“But staying in this world, he is destined to never touch the power of the epic. Taking him to Elasia, although the conditions are not as favorable, at least there’s a chance for him to become an epic in the future.”

Michaela had already begun to claim her fair share of source power from the world, settling the ongoing chaos, and she at least deserved half the credit.

“A chance? I’m well aware of how slim his chances are of becoming an epic. It’s impossible. Neither the Titan Tribe, your Blazing Sky Gods, nor the Dragon Race would accept him. We don’t have the right to transmit the secret arts. Without these arts, he’s better off staying here.”

Muria watched as Michaela began the legendary transformation into an epic, without claiming source power himself. He knew full well what he had done for the world. The fact that the world had not struck him with thunder was already a huge concession.

“Let’s settle it at that for now,” Michaela sighed resignedly after hearing Muria’s words, no longer arguing and instead focusing on the insights of her ascension to epic status.

While Michaela was upgrading, Muria focused his attention on his reincarnated body in the Seven Calamities World — a formidable body that, unrestrained, was continuously changing forms.

Seven distinct powers were fully contained within the same body, not only coexisting without conflict but also intermingling to forge a stronger force.

“At least worth two standard units of source power,” Muria remarked, satisfied as he watched his reincarnated body that was instinctively approaching him.

His biggest regret upon arriving in the Seven Calamities World was not collecting all the powers of a fallen epic in the world, but that was unavoidable.

After the powers of the Seven Calamities Demon God were absorbed by the world, they transformed into mountains and lands, an irreversible process — at least for Muria at present.

Fortunately, the various powers split from the Seven Calamities Demon God were still being passed down within the world. Muria had acquired the power seeds of the Seven Calamities Demon God, his inheritance, or more precisely, a contingency plan for resurrection left behind.

But these were inconsequential. What mattered was that Muria could control another epic’s power through this medium. To ensure no loss, Muria used his prestige and position to feverishly gather resources from the world to strengthen his grasp on the epic power.

Muria himself lost track of how many extraordinary resources he had consumed, simply because there were too many. So many that if he were to dispose of his reincarnated body in a lower world without extraordinary powers, it could trigger a brief resurgence of spiritual qi.

Such an act was undoubtedly excessive for the world. When Muria left, it meant a permanent loss of the energy that generated these extraordinary resources, effectively weakening the world’s capacity.

However, Muria didn’t care about this. He hadn’t destroyed the Seven Calamities World; in fact, he had restored order to it. It was reasonable for him to receive some compensation, even though he took a bit too much.

“I hope you make my effort worthwhile,” Muria said as his reincarnated body touched him. This body, which had completely surpassed the legendary level, acted solely on instinct when it approached him, as the will of the Seven Calamities Demon God had been erased by him. The body’s approach was an attempt to merge with him.

At this moment, Muria’s Body of Myriad Spirits also wanted to devour this body, an inherent instinct so faint that Muria could erase it with a mere thought, but he chose not to.

This situation was deliberately created by him, using source power to fabricate a medium to thus devour the power of the Seven Calamities Demon God. Otherwise, he couldn’t even begin the process.

Each epic is unique; even among the same kind, their powers become entirely distinct after reaching epic status. The power of an epic has a strong exclusivity. Without some method, Muria simply couldn’t consume the power of another epic.