Chapter 2784 - 2776: Last Words

An Jiao, clad in a dark robe, floated in the air, surrounded by numerous black and red arrays slowly revolving around him. A dense aura of destruction emanated from An Jiao and the arrays, as if at any moment, countless forces would erupt to destroy everything before him.

But at this moment, An Jiao slowly opened his eyes, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, and murmured to himself, "Father, I somehow recalled many things from past years again..."

When An Jiao had just closed his eyes, a flood of memories from back then overwhelmed him, including his father’s joy and excitement upon seeing his "resurrection", and the delight and reflection when his father saw his son freely using various arcane arrays.

In essence, many of An Jiao’s memories were actually related to his father from that time. It has been thousands of years since An Jiao researched the Life Arcane Array for "resurrection", and An Jiao’s father finally succumbed due to years of hardship during his youth.

An Jiao had thought about using the Life Arcane on his father for treatment, but when the array was prepared to envelop An Tian, An Jiao realized that An Tian’s body was already very aged. Although the Life Arcane Array had magical effects, which once brought the dying An Jiao back to life.

However, An Jiao discovered that the Life Arcane Array he previously researched for himself seemed to have no effect on his father, who was already aged and near the end of his lifespan.

Back then, An Jiao was near death due to torment and disease, his body full of wounds, when using the Ultimate Life Arcanum Array brought his body back rapidly and effectively, giving him new life.

But now An Tian was different, he was very old, his lifespan had reached its limit; if his cultivation could once again break through, he might be able to extend his life.

But all those years ago, An Tian sought ways day and night to extend his son An Jiao’s life even further or completely cure his illness, tirelessly seeking any method of treatment.

But to no avail, and not only that, he missed the prime years for cultivation, missing the best time for training. Once An Jiao recovered, it was already too late for An Tian to begin cultivation anew.

No matter how An Tian cultivated, his own progress remained stagnant.

What An Jiao did not know was that his father, in pursuit of a way to save him, traded twenty years of his life with the Demon God for the legend and location of the Holy Spirit Fruit.

If not for this twenty-year transaction, An Tian could have lived another twenty years. Although for the lifespan of the Clan of Darkness, much longer than ordinary people, twenty years is not long, it is indeed real life. When near death, even an extra day would drive some to make great sacrifices for it.

But at that time, An Tian had searched for years without a way to heal his son’s injuries and chose to exchange twenty years of his lifespan for a message, just a few words from the Demon God.

Yet An Tian felt that this was the most valuable transaction of his life, because the message let him know his son’s terminal illness still had a chance for cure, which not only gave him hope but also gave An Jiao a three-month hope of survival when An Tian told him the message about the Holy Spirit Fruit.

When An Tian lay dying in bed, he was already a white-haired elderly man, his body extremely aged, barely resembling the samurai father An Jiao remembered.

For all these years, An Jiao watched his father age by day, the speed of aging far beyond his imagination; he never thought someone could age so fast.

But An Tian seemed not to care, as since An Jiao’s illness was cured, An Tian spent every day happily, without a day of unhappiness. The father and son lived in this isolated valley, with An Jiao studying arcane arts every day, hoping to make further strides down his own path.

An Tian, relieved of the grief and pressure of a lost child, happily traveled the surrounding mountains and rivers every day, and An Jiao was glad to see his father so happy.

His father dedicated the first half of his life to the Clan of Darkness, expending all his energy, and suffered many injuries on the battlefield. For the second half of his life, he tirelessly worked for him, without a single day of rest. Now, finally in his late years, everything has calmed down, and his father should enjoy the leisurely life he never had before.

By the time his father was near death, An Jiao had made many strides in the Life Arcane path, trying every possible method with hopes of using arcane power to extend his father’s life.

But although the arcane arts are all-powerful, An Jiao is not omnipotent. He no longer arrogantly calls the life arcane array that cured his own terminal illness the Ultimate Life Arcanum Array, because An Jiao feels he has only just glimpsed the secrets of the arcane, far from that legendary "ultimate".