Chapter 218: The Stolen Sovereign Bone

The Stolen Sovereign Bone

Everdawn Domain.

Brightwell Family.

Within the solemn, stern manor, the atmosphere was completely different.

There was no awareness of the storm approaching.

The great halls stood beneath the afternoon sky.

Guards patrolled the surrounding grounds.

Servants moved quietly through the corridors.

Inside the main hall, a woman in red sat in the central seat.

Her expression was relaxed.

Almost satisfied.

Beside her stood her son.

She looked at him with undisguised pride.

A smug smile slowly curled across her lips.

"Evan, how do you feel now?"

The youth turned his head.

His skin was pale and smooth like jade.

His eyes possessed double pupils.

A faint radiance occasionally flickered beneath his chest.

Every now and then, traces of an overwhelming aura surged between his brows before disappearing again.

His dark hair cascaded over his shoulders.

He looked like a young supreme being who had been favored by heaven itself.

This was Evan.

He smiled.

"Mother, I feel excellent now. The Sovereign Bone from little Lucas has nearly fully fused..."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman immediately raised her hand and covered his mouth.

Her eyes sharpened.

She leaned closer.

"What little Lucas’s Sovereign Bone?! Evan, remember—this Sovereign Bone is YOURS!"

Her fingers tightened slightly.

"You were born a supreme being!"

Her gaze became fierce.

"Bearing both Double Pupils and the Sovereign Bone—two innate phenomena!"

She stared directly into Evan’s eyes.

Every word came slowly.

"As for little Lucas—he was just a pitiful child who got lost while playing in the mountains..."

The woman’s expression became cold.

"Whenever anyone asks, that’s what you say!!"

"I understand, Mother." Evan nodded.

His voice was quiet.

There was no hesitation in it.

No guilt.

No fear.

The Brightwell manor was unusually still that afternoon. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, painting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust drifted lazily through the beams, utterly unaware of the darkness buried beneath the family’s celebration.

Evan stood beside his mother.

His features were handsome and delicate, almost too calm for someone his age. His dark hair fell neatly around his face, while his double pupils carried an eerie depth.

In truth, he cared little about any of this.

His nature was cold and detached.

Born with double pupils, he could see into the hearts of others—and because of that, he had long ago understood something most people spent their entire lives refusing to accept.

Human hearts were deep.

Human hearts were dark.

And beneath enough layers of kindness, ambition, and affection, there was always something hungry waiting underneath.

The human heart was like an abyss.

Once you stared into it long enough, it became difficult to believe in purity.

Throughout the entire Brightwell family, there were only two people Evan genuinely cared about.

His mother.

And Lucas.

That was all.

That day, when the Sovereign Bone inside Lucas’s chest had suddenly radiated divine light and the aura of the Great Laws of World had rolled outward like an ancient tide, Evan had seen everything.

He had seen the brilliance.

He had seen the extraordinary power hidden within that small body.

And he had understood immediately that the bone was extraordinary.

But he hadn’t thought much about it.

He had simply mentioned it to his mother.

That single sentence had become Lucas’s calamity.

Now the Sovereign Bone inside Evan’s own chest belonged to Lucas.

But so what?

His fingers unconsciously brushed against his chest.

The bone was already fusing perfectly.

It made his body stronger.

That was enough.

Since his mother had given it to him, he would take it.

Though he didn’t particularly care about the bone itself, becoming stronger was ultimately a good thing.

As for that simple-minded Lucas, who had always followed him around like a shadow...

If he was dead, then he was dead.

Evan’s double pupils reflected the sunlight without a trace of warmth.

Double pupils could see into the hearts of men.

And human hearts were like ink.

Like an abyss.

How could anyone remain unstained while constantly immersed in them?

His mother watched him silently for a moment.

Seeing that her son understood her intentions, the softness in her expression deepened.

She reached out and gently stroked Evan’s head.

Her fingers moved through his dark hair with the affection of a mother comforting her most precious treasure.

"The Brightwell family’s Prodigy Banquet will invite all the great families of the Everdawn Domain."

"There are even rumors that someone from above will be coming."

"My Evan was born extraordinary—all other prodigies will be nothing but stepping stones for you!"

Her smile became brighter.

Her voice carried the confidence of someone already looking toward a future she believed was destined to belong to her son.

"In the future, you will walk an incomparably brilliant path—all the way to the Emperor’s Road, higher than anyone else..."

Evan remained silent.

But his mother continued smiling.

She imagined her son standing above countless geniuses.

She imagined the entire Everdawn Domain bowing before him.

She imagined even greater powers noticing his existence.

Her son had been born extraordinary.

He had double pupils.

And now he possessed the Sovereign Bone.

What could possibly stop him?

Yet beneath that gentle smile, something darker stirred in her eyes.

"So... Mother won’t allow any blemish on your record..."

Her fingers slowly stopped moving.

"The Salvatore family shouldn’t know anything, but... it’s better to bury them completely."

The woman said calmly.

There was no hatred in her voice.

That was what made it colder.

She wasn’t acting from rage.

She was simply making a calculation.

She was just a woman.

She didn’t understand the vastness of the cultivation world. She didn’t understand the countless hidden powers beyond the Everdawn Domain.

She only understood one t h i n g.

Her son needed an unparalleled future.

And for that futur e...

Anything could be sacrificed.

Offerings.

Her gaze drifted toward the window.

Unbidden, her mind returned to Lucas’s face.

That innocent little face.

Those clear eyes.