In front of the secret chamber in the forbidden area of the underground palace.
Fang Qingyan hesitated for a moment. He wanted to release his spiritual power to investigate the situation inside.
However, he immediately dismissed this thought.
Using spiritual energy to probe others was a very provocative act, and it was easy to make enemies.
Although he was confident that with his current strength, he could escape unscathed and easily even if the Duke came, he considered that Elizabeth was still nearby and could easily affect her, so he gave up.
He carried the coffin back to the library.
Elizabeth chatted with him for a while more before bidding farewell and leaving.
Fang Qingyan stood alone in the room for a few minutes and paced around a few more steps before making a decision.
Before he passed by the secret chamber, he had a premonition that something was wrong.
He had a very strong premonition.
It was related to her peaceful life in the future, so Fang Qingyan decided to get to the bottom of the matter.
"Phew-"
After taking a deep breath, his eyes suddenly opened. His dark and deep eyes lit up.
Buzz!
The surrounding space suddenly twisted and folded, like a calm water surface rippling with waves. The surrounding environment also seemed to come to life, beginning to squirm, change, and replace.
0.5 seconds later.
Everything calmed down.
Fang Qingyan's body did not move at all, but he was no longer in the room.
He raised his head and looked ahead with a serious gaze. The huge stone door that was sealed was unbreakable.
The ancestor of the Duke of the Cape clan was in seclusion inside.
If Fang Qingyan was overthinking everything, then he would definitely offend a duke if he barged in.
However, he did not hesitate.
Buzz!
Space folded once again!
Fang Qingyan disappeared from where she was and teleported into the secret chamber.
He had just entered.
A foul rotten smell assaulted his nostrils, making him feel nauseous.
Fang Qingyan looked up, and his expression could not help but change slightly. He gasped.
Not far ahead, a half-rotten skeleton was half-kneeling on the ground. Its robe was tattered, its head hung low, its body was dry, and its hands were powerless.
However, what really shocked Fang Qingyan was the huge wings on the back of the zombie!
Each wing was more than 20 meters long. One could imagine that when ten of these wings spread out at the same time, they would definitely cover the sky!
However, they had long lost their vitality. The flesh on their wings had long been separated, leaving only some rotting flesh hanging on the white skeleton... They drooped weakly like weeds. No matter how glorious they were in the past, they were now only left with the ugly appearance of rotting.
It was filled with sorrow and desolation.
……
"One, two, three, four…ten! Ten Holy Wings."
Fang Qingyan's expression was extremely complicated." As expected, no wonder you haven't come out of seclusion for tens of thousands of years. It turns out that you have already fallen.”
The scene in front of him confirmed his guess.
The peak of a Marquise was six-winged.
The corpse of the Blood Breed with ten holy wings must have been a Duke when he was alive.
His previous premonition was right. Something had really happened to the Duke ancestor of the Cape clan!
Fang Qingyan stared at the skeleton in front of her and did not speak for a long time.
He was thinking about many things.
For example…the cause of death?
It was impossible for them to die of old age because the ancestors of the seven families were all from the same era. The dukes of the other families were still alive and kicking.
It was also impossible for him to have been killed by the enemy!
How terrifying was the Duke's strength? He could move mountains and fill seas with a wave of his hand, destroying the world. It was impossible for him to die quietly.
"Then there's only one possibility left.”
Fang Qingyan's gaze was solemn." He failed to advance to the Prince rank and died from the backlash.”
If a Marquis failed to advance, the price would be that he would never be able to break through again.
However, if the Duke failed to advance, he would have to pay the price with his life.
The scene in front of Fang Qingyan sounded the alarm.
In the future, if he wasn't completely confident of breaking through, he mustn't take the risk!
……
The reason why the seven major clans were called 'royal' was because of the ancestors of the dukes.
This was the strongest backer and the greatest trump card.
But now, the backer of the Cape clan had fallen. Judging from the degree of decay of the corpse, it had been dead for at least a thousand years.
If the outside world knew about this, the Cape clan would be doomed!
Only Dukes could nurture Marquises.
Similarly, only princes could nurture dukes.
The seven dukes of the royal family were all born in the era when the prince was still alive.
But now, there were no more princes in the world.
……
"I didn't mean to disturb you. If I offended you, I hope you don't mind…I hope you can rest in peace.”
Fang Qingyan shook her head and sighed in her heart.
He gently raised his hand, and a part of the ground suddenly disappeared, as if it had been eaten by an invisible magic beast. A huge pit appeared out of thin air.
Then, the skeleton flew up and fell into it.
With another wave of his hand, the ground returned to its original state.
After burying this pitiful duke, Fang Qingyan was about to use his spatial ability to return to his room.
But in the next moment, his body froze.
"Eh?"
He looked at the stone wall at the side. There seemed to be some words written on it.
Fang Qingyan walked over and looked up.
There were two lines of words carved on the stone wall, painted with iron and silver hooks, looking quite imposing.
"My name is William Carpe. I was born an Earl. I became a Marquis at the age of 100 and became a Six-Winged at the age of 1,000. When I was 3,000, I was recognized by the Prince and was given ten drops of blood essence, allowing me to become a Duke! I had already reached the peak of the Ten-Winged Realm before I was born! I boast of being a genius and blessed by the heavens. It's not difficult for me to think about the Twelve-winged Bloodlord…"
This sentence was still very normal, but the following second sentence had a sudden change in style. The contrast was huge, and between the lines, there was a strong sense of unwillingness, anger, madness, and hysteria.
"I hate it! I hate it! Hate, hate, hate! Why is fate so unfair to me? He had been in seclusion for 190,000 years and spent his entire life searching for the realm of the Blood Ancestor. He wanted to reach the realm of a Prince, but in the end, it was all a dream! Only at the brink of death could one see through the secrets of heaven. Only when one became a Duke at the age of 100 would one have the chance to advance to a Prince? A hundred years old! A hundred years old! How laughable!"
"A peerless genius like me spent 3,000 years to become a duke, and even I couldn't do it. Who else could do it a million years ago or a million years later? Who else?"
……
After Fang Qingyan finished reading it, she was silent for a full five minutes.
In the end, he spat out three words with his mouth twitching,"And me."
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