Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 219

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219 Chapter 219 – An Ancestor’s Rage, A Descendant’s Cunning Ploy

219 Chapter 219 – An Ancestor’s Rage, A Descendant’s

Cunning Ploy

I tried to move but found I had no limbs to command. Yet I existed–a golden consciousness suspended in void. The statue hadn’t just pulled my divine sense; it had completely separated it from my physical form.

“This… Liam Knight,” the founder spat the name like venom. “What makes him such a threat to my legacy?”

“Not worthy, Great Founder,” I replied humbly. “Merely necessary. As your descendant, I can channel your energy more effectively than anyone else.”

The irony of using my own name wasn’t lost on me, but I needed something I could remember consistently in this dangerous game of lies.

Darkness. Complete and absolute.

Desperate, I played my final card.

His form stilled completely. “Extinction? Who dares?”

“What?” he roared. “You suggest my great sect could fall before my return?”

“Great Founder,” I said urgently, “there may not be time. At the rate he’s destroying our sect, we might all be eliminated before we can free you.”

I floated in nothingness, disconnected from my physical body. The last thing I remembered was the stone statue’s blinding light before everything went black.

“Not just any cultivator,” I pressed. “One who seems born specifically to counter our sect’s techniques. Even our Elders fall before him.”

The founder’s rage built again, but now it had a new target. “A dual cultivator? Impossible! Such bodies cannot exist naturally!”

I projected desperation. “This enemy is unlike any before. Our most powerful techniques barely slow him.”

His attention snapped back to me. “Speak!”

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A faint glow appeared in the distance, growing brighter as it approached. The formless light coalesced into a humanoid figure, radiating an aura so cold and oppressive it would have frozen my blood–if I still had any.

The figure was tall and imposing, wrapped in shadows that seemed to devour the very darkness around us. Two gleaming points of light served as eyes, fixing me with a predatory stare.

Seeing my opening, I made my move.

“Great Founder,” I replied, hastily adopting a respectful tone. “I… I am honored beyond words to meet you.”

The void around us seemed to hold its breath as I awaited his decision–one that would determine whether I emerged from this encounter empowered or destroyed.

The founder circled me agitatedly. “Then I must send you back immediately. You will gather the remaining disciples and find a way to break my seal! Once freed, I will crush this upstart myself!”

“We… we have been searching diligently, Great Founder,” I improvised. “For

generations, your descendants have sought ways to free you, but the seal is complex beyond measure.”

I gathered my thoughts, knowing my survival depended on what I said next. “Earth Fiend Valley faces extinction, Great Founder. A powerful enemy has risen against us.” The founder’s form expanded with pleasure at my deference. “Of course you are. My bloodline flows through you, diluted though it may be.” He circled my golden consciousness, examining me with those piercing eyes. “Tell me, how fares Earth Fiend Valley? Has the sect maintained its glorious terror over the years?”

This was my opportunity–dangerous but necessary.

The founder’s form trembled with barely contained fury. “You dare suggest my great work could be undone by a single cultivator?”

“There is perhaps another way, Great Founder,” I suggested cautiously.

“Founder, why don’t you give me your power, and I’ll go kill Liam Knight for you…”

“Great Founder,” I began carefully, “much has changed since your… absence.”

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His laughter was cold and mocking. “You? A mere fragment of consciousness? You think you’re worthy of my power?”

*Where am I? What happened to my body?*

I projected sorrow into my consciousness. “Great Founder, I must report with deep regret that we have made little progress breaking the seal itself.”

The malevolence washing over me was unmistakable. Every instinct screamed danger, but I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I was trapped with this… entity.

The rage subsided slightly, replaced with cruel satisfaction. “As it should be. Only the most powerful spells could contain me.” He moved closer, his presence suffocating. “But you have found me now. That means you must have uncovered something. Speak, descendant! What progress has been made?”

“Please, Great Founder!” I cried out. “There’s more you must know!”

Panic rose within me. Without my divine sense, my body would lie helpless, vulnerable to any threat. Eamon would protect it, but for how long?

The figure’s eyes flared brighter. “You do not recognize your own ancestor? I am the founder of Earth Fiend Valley, the most feared cultivation sect that ever existed!”

He lashed out, dark energy whipping toward my golden consciousness. The pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt–not physical but existential, as though my very being was being torn apart.

My chances of survival–both here and in the physical world–were rapidly

diminishing. If he sent me back without any power boost, I would have gained nothing from this dangerous encounter.

“Yet he exists, Great Founder,” I pressed on. “And he grows stronger each day while Earth Fiend Valley weakens.”

And this was their founder?

The founder’s form pulsed with dark energy as he considered this threat to his legacy. “This cannot be allowed! My/sect must endure until my return!”

He considered this, his form expanding and contracting as he thought. “Perhaps… But if I grant you power and you fail, the consequences will be beyond your

comprehension.”

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“No, I think not,” he decided suddenly. “I will not waste my precious energy on such a gamble. You will return and gather all resources toward breaking my seal. That is the only path forward.”

“He possesses both light and dark energies in perfect balance,” I explained, describing my own abilities as though they belonged to an enemy. “He’s destroyed three of our main temples already and hunts your bloodline relentlessly.”

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