My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1221 - 472: Snow Mountain Ancient Annihilation Domain_2

Chapter 1221: Chapter 472: Snow Mountain Ancient Annihilation Domain_2

In the era where Borg lived, it was just before the Heavenly Track Reversal catastrophe. He was recognized by the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region as the last historically acclaimed Ninth Realm Witch Priest who paralleled the deity.

He had four divine artifacts that were extremely famous among the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region. There were countless legends about Borg that involved these four artifacts, from the grasslands to the snow mountains.

After the Saintess of North Ice, the Great Chieftain conspired with the Sang Island in secret to diminish the National Master’s various influences on the Northern Plain’s officialdom and civilians. The Great Chieftain kept the news of the Ancient Annihilation Domain and Borg’s tomb a strict secret and personally selected eight young geniuses from the Northern Region. He was confident that each of them was as outstanding in talent as the Saintess of North Ice.

The eight Heaven’s Chosen entered the Ancient Annihilation Domain, vying for the four divine artifacts, and eliminating the inferior. The Ancient Annihilation Domain was extremely dangerous, so the Great Chieftain requested that the Nine Realms Sky protect the descendants of the Northern Region. However, Nine Realms Sky knew that among the four artifacts, one was called the "Earth Creation Bottle," which had the divine power to create all living things, making it perfect for transferring her Little Grape. If she could add Gold Soil to it, that would be even better.

Nine Realms Sky deliberately mentioned Gold Soil to encourage Owen Bertram to search for it. If you take away my child, you’re responsible for him! I’ve provided the information of the Earth Creation Bottle and will secretly assist in the competition for it in the Ancient Annihilation Domain, which is already doing enough. After all, our relationship can’t be discovered by the Great Chieftain.

Owen Bertram, however, had another consideration: once the people of the Northern Plain entered Borg’s tomb, what they would obtain would not only be these four artifacts but also Borg’s legacy. With the "Origin Resurgence," the Northern Plains might produce four more powerful witch priests, posing a direct threat to the Wood Dynasty.

So, knowing about this matter, he had to sabotage it.

"Alright, I will prepare and head to Giant Foot Snow Mountain immediately."

Seeing that Owen Bertram agreed, Nine Realms Sky secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that this fellow had some conscience and was willing to take responsibility for his son.

Owen Bertram then found Predecessor Santa and asked, "Have you ever heard of the name Borg?"

Predecessor Santa closed his eyes, starting to remotely connect to the main computer again. However, this time, it didn’t take long before he opened his eyes, looking at his empty pipe without speaking. Owen Bertram had no choice but to fill it up for him.

"Hahaha!" Santa’s mischievousness was satisfied, taking a couple of pleased puffs, "The handiwork of a newly promoted Seventh Level cultivator is indeed excellent; this Tobacco Silk tastes even more mellow." Owen Bertram rolled his eyes, "Old man, that’s enough."

Santa said, "Borg, I’ve heard of him. In our time, he should be the only witch priest that our lord would regard highly. The path of cultivation for witch priests is still quite crude and primitive, so being surpassed by Cultivators was inevitable."

"Borg was the only Ninth Realm witch priest of that time. It seems that even before him, there were several thousands of years during which witch priests’ lineage had no Ninth Realm Supreme."

Owen Bertram asked, "Is it possible that Borg, like the Deity of Dao, entered slumber before the Heavenly Track Reversal catastrophe, preparing and waiting for the opportunity to awaken?"

"Of course, it’s very possible." Santa said while exhaling smoke, "He was a Ninth Realm Supreme! At their level, they all have that ability. However, I seriously doubt that Borg’s arrangements are as tight as those of the Cultivators, so whether he can still maintain his ego and spirituality after tens of thousands of years is questionable."

"So, are you saying that he may have already died in the tomb?"

Santa glanced at him disdainfully, "Did you even listen to what I said? I said ’ego and spirituality’. He is a Ninth Realm Supreme. Even though the witch priest system is crude and primitive, making it easy for mistakes to happen in their arrangements, the chances of preserving their life are not small. However, if they cannot maintain their spirituality, they will become muddle-headed mutants!"

Owen Bertram suddenly realized, "I see, you mean that he might have turned into a super zombie that’s been there for tens of thousands of years?"

Santa stroked his beard, "Well...you could put it that way."

Santa suddenly reacted, "You little rascal, did you find Borg’s burial place?"

"It’s not that I found it," Owen Bertram laughed, "The 36 Tribes of the Northern Region found it. The Great Chieftain of the Northern Region plans to rob the tomb, not daring to let others in the tribe find out, so he keeps it a strict secret. Look at these Northern Region people, such hypocrites! On the surface, they constantly boast that Borg is their most outstanding ancestor, but behind his back, they’re getting ready to dig up his grave, hehe!"

Santa also smiled wryly and became excited, "Do you want to get involved? Take me with you." Predecessor Santa quickly determined the division of spoils: "I remember that Borg had four divine artifacts, two for each of us. As for other gains, we’ll discuss how to divide them."

Owen Bertram immediately nodded, "Deal!"

What a perfect match of like minds!

So Owen Bertram settled all the affairs of the Summit Metropolitan Office... But before they left, Verna refused to let go, tightly hugging her elder brother’s thigh with her chubby little arms, completely relying on the ground, "I want to go too, I want to go too!"

Owen Bertram coaxed his sister, "Big Brother is going to work, what are you going for?"

Verna confidently retorted, "I’ll help out. I’m already an adult, and I can take care of Big Brother’s meals on the way." Owen Bertram gently ruffled Verna’s hair, "You’re still young..."