My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 794: A Mourn Of A Mother

In the ancestral ground of the Drake Clan, where generations of ancestors were laid to eternal rest, most of the important members of the clan had gathered to bid their final farewell to Clan Head Enzo, Young Master Denise, and the Clan Elders who had lost their lives.

Aside from the occasional sobs of grieving family members, the atmosphere remained eerily silent. Rows of caskets lay on the cold ground, each holding the lifeless bodies of the fallen.

Matriarch Scyla wiped her tears with a handkerchief and took a deep breath before speaking. “It is time to say our final farewell to those we loved and lost. Their absence will haunt the clan forever. But we must not show weakness to our enemies.”

“Their noble sacrifice will never be forgotten. Though they’ve departed from this world, they’ll remain alive within our hearts—forever.”

“They are watching us from the heavens above, blessing us from afar. So, we must stay strong, protect the clan from the vultures circling us, and continue the legacy of our ancestors!”

The people lowered their heads respectfully, listening intently to Scyla’s words. Her voice carried sorrow, strength, and the burden of a leader who had lost everything.

They knew she was hurting. She had not only lost her husband, but also her only child. The pain of a mother losing her child was incomparable—a torment that could not be measured or understood by those who hadn’t suffered the same.

Yet, despite her pain, she stood tall, strong in front of the clan. Her fierce composure became a source of inspiration to many. That was her duty as the Matriarch of the Drake Clan.

But inside, she was falling apart. She was hollow. She was broken. She wanted to scream—to curse the heavens. The agony of losing both her husband and son gnawed at her very soul.

’When will this nightmare end…? I can barely contain myself…’ Scyla thought, biting her lower lip as she clutched the hem of her black ceremonial dress tightly.

She closed her eyes for a moment, exhaled slowly, then commanded, “Lower the caskets into the chamber! Let us bid them goodbye for the last time…”

The clan members followed her words immediately, solemnly lowering the caskets in perfect synchrony, as if rehearsed by sorrow itself.

Scyla then walked toward the graves of her husband and son. Her expression was one of calm, but her eyes trembled with unshed tears. She was doing everything she could to remain composed, refusing to crumble before the clan.

She stood silently for a few moments, staring at the casket of her husband. Then she bent down, picked up a handful of soil with her trembling hands, and whispered, “Farewell, my beloved… This is truly our last goodbye.”

She sprinkled the soil over the casket. Moments later, the clan members followed, slowly burying the coffin with somber hands.

Then she moved toward the grave of her only child.

Her legs faltered slightly as she stared at the smaller casket. Her eyes grew moist, and her hand instinctively reached for her chest, where the pain was strongest.

“Goodbye, my son… Mama swears I will give you the justice you deserve…” Scyla said, her voice cracking as she poured soil over the casket.

Then, unable to hold back any longer, she dropped to her knees before his grave, as a tidal wave of emotions crashed over her.

Her shoulders trembled. Her nails dug into the earth. And yet, she did not scream—because a Matriarch never screamed. But those who looked at her in that moment knew…

She was a mother first, before anything else.

The clan members did the rest of the work, and in just a couple of moments, all the members of the clan who had lost their lives were buried deep in the ground. The clan members also placed monuments on the graves, each bearing the name of the deceased along with their achievements.

After returning to the palace, Matriarch Scyla shut herself inside her room and cried on her bed, soaking the sheets with her tears as the loss of her son and husband overwhelmed her. “Aghhaaaa… Why? Why did this happen? Why did my son have to die so young?” Scyla clutched the sheets as she wailed, her mournful voice echoing inside the room.

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“Grandma, this is a spatial ring for you.” Yuan handed the ring to Angela with a smile before explaining its function to her. Upon hearing about the usefulness of the spatial ring, Angela was shocked. She stared at the ring with wide-open eyes, seemingly in disbelief. ’Such a tiny thing can hold so many items inside? How is that even possible?’ Angela thought, her expression full of astonishment.

“Isn’t this quite valuable, dear? How could you give me something so precious so casually?” Angela asked, clearly surprised. “Please, take it. Everyone else has one—you should have one too,” Yuan said. Angela accepted the ring and went to her room to cultivate. She wanted to raise her cultivation as much as possible before they left the clan.

Aisha also did the same—she kissed Yuan on the cheek and went to her room to cultivate. Compared to her mother, she was lagging behind, even though she’d started cultivating earlier than Angela.

Once Angela and Aisha left, Anna looked at Yuan with a smile and asked, “So, when are we leaving for the Beast Continent?” “The Beast Continent, huh? How about we leave in four days?” Yuan said after pondering for a moment. “In four days, Aunt Aisha and Grandma should reach the peak of the Spirit Apprentice realm. It’ll be much safer to travel then,” Yuan explained his reasoning for the delay.

“What about you? Mireya? How do you feel about leaving for the Beast Continent four days from now?” Yuan looked at Mireya, asking her opinion. “I’m fine with it. As long as I can return my people to their birthplace, I’m happy. And it’s not like they’re suffering anymore. Their pain has already ended,” Mireya replied with a serene smile on her beautiful face.

He then looked at Sylvia. “And what about you, Sylvia?” “I share the same opinion as Sister Mireya. There’s no need to rush,” Sylvia replied.

“I see…” Yuan nodded in satisfaction and said, “Since both of you are fine with this plan, let’s do some bed training and call it a day.” “Ohh? Let’s do it! But first, let’s take a bath,” Lily said with a seductive grin as she stood up from the sofa, clearly excited for the night’s activities.

“Definitely.” Valeria nodded with a wide grin, subtly licking her lips in a seductive manner as she gazed at Yuan with a predatory look.

Almost an hour later, the bedroom where Yuan and his wives were staying resounded with the loud moans of pleasure from his wives. Their cries were so loud that many servants blushed deeply just from hearing them.

And just like that, three days passed in the blink of an eye. However, Angela and Aisha still hadn’t come out of their rooms.

Both of them were on the verge of breaking through to the peak level of Spirit Apprentice. Their aura surged as they absorbed a massive amount of spiritual energy with each breath—from every pore in their bodies.

At any moment, both of them would step into the peak level of Spirit Apprentice.

The next second, their dantian began to expand as it rapidly filled with spiritual energy, pushing them into a breakthrough.

And then…

Wooosh! A strong wind burst into their rooms despite the closed windows and doors. Profound changes began to occur in their bodies as they reached the peak level of Spirit Apprentice.

They both felt a cooling sensation spread throughout their bodies—a refreshing feeling of breakthrough—and they instantly felt stronger, more revitalized.

After stabilizing their cultivation, they exited their rooms and headed toward Yuan and the others.

Once reunited with the group, Angela and Aisha decided it was time to meet Nolan and inform him of their departure from the clan.

After all, they had chosen Nolan to become the next leader of the clan, entrusting all responsibilities to him. Angela and Aisha no longer wished to remain or lead the clan.

Unlike his brother—Nicolas—Nolan was intelligent and kind. They believed he would lead the clan to a better future than Nicolas ever could.

“Uncle Nolan, are you inside?” Angela asked, knocking on the door of the Blank Clan’s office.

“I’m inside. Come in,” Nolan’s voice responded from within.

Angela and Aisha entered the office and found Nolan immersed in paperwork—something Nicolas had always neglected.

“Well, it seems you’re already busy with the duties of a new Clan Leader,” Angela said softly, smiling as she glanced around the room.

“Sister-in-law? Aisha? What brings you two here so suddenly? Don’t tell me you’ve changed Yuan’s mind about leaving the clan?” Nolan asked, surprised by their visit.

Angela stepped forward and said, “Unfortunately, we’re here for something else entirely. And you should stop trying to convince him. He won’t stay in the clan, no matter what.”

She continued, “There’s nothing in this world that could make him stay here. He has far greater goals to accomplish… and Aisha and I have decided to help him fulfill those goals.”

“W-What?! Are you saying that both of you are leaving the clan? Is that what you meant?” Nolan was shocked upon hearing this and immediately stopped working on the paperwork.

“That’s right,” Aisha confirmed his suspicion, shocking him even further.

He stood up from his seat and looked at the two, confused as to why they wanted to leave the clan all of a sudden.

“But why? Why do both of you want to leave the clan as well?” Nolan asked, raising his brows as he looked at them in a puzzled manner.

Angela took a deep breath and said, “Nolan, I’ve never been happy staying in this clan ever since Nicolas became obsessed with strength and fame. Neither has Aisha.”

“We want a fresh start. We want to explore the world, see new things, and experience different cultures across the land… and there’s nothing you can do to stop us from leaving.”

“Well, if you plan to stand in our way, I don’t think Yuan will let that happen. He’s different now. He won’t hesitate to kill you, even if you’re family.” Angela warned him firmly—she didn’t want Nolan to die so meaninglessly.

“Are you threatening me now, Sister-in-law?” Nolan raised his brows, looking at Angela with a stern expression.

“You can think whatever you like. But don’t complain later that I didn’t warn you,” Angela said before turning to Aisha.

“Let’s go, Aisha. We have preparations to make.” Angela said before walking out of the room, and Aisha followed her without uttering a single word.