Celestial Bloodline

Yue found herself surrounded by all the elves the moment she joined Wesley, thanks to the spirit on her shoulder. She hastily backed away from their numerous questions with a helpless expression and hurriedly joined Kyle, who stood before the golden gate. Her eyes also fell upon the names, and she let out a gasp.

"This...?"

She looked at Kyle with surprise, which then turned into happiness and joy as she saw Alec and the others' names, signifying the group was also present here! However, the joy soon faded into a frown as many questions flooded her mind.

She wondered how they all ended up here and whether they would also participate in the Gladiator Arena. But unfortunately, no one could answer her questions, and she refrained from asking Kyle, knowing he doesn't recall anything about the past.

Kyle noticed her conflicted expression and touched the engraved names, feeling a sense of familiarity. It was as if he had done it before... had he? He concentrated, and an image of himself engraving something on a towering castle gate flashed in his mind.

The gate was shining brightly, and he had a smile on his face as he gathered mana on his finger and began inscribing. The words were large and clear, almost damaging the once beautiful castle's gate.

"Caution; Don't enter the little phoenix took everything."

Kyle blinked as the memory grew clearer with each passing second. He was curious to learn more because there was someone conversing with him in that memory, a small creature perched on his head. But his train of thought was abruptly halted when Wesley called out to him and Yue from behind, suggesting they should use the mystical spirit sitting on Yue's shoulder after entering the golden gate.

A vein throbbed on Kyle's forehead. It marked the first instance he had witnessed such an extended scene from his forgotten memories, and he believed he could have recalled more if the old man hadn't interrupted him. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head to throw the matter to the back of his mind for now, hoping he might encounter a similar situation again. Nonetheless, he was certain of one thing – the small creature sitting on his head was definitely Bia, his bonded beast.

Kyle picked up the spirit from Yue's shoulder and shook its body roughly, almost giving heart attacks to the people around him before he let the spirit go as it flew around him with an aggrieved look.

"Okay, little one, if you want to follow us, lead the way to a powerful divine treasure without giving us trouble."

"I trust you can do it, right?"

Wesley's eyebrow twitched as Kyle commanded the spirit. The old man was a little shaken that the spirit hadn't attacked or left from the human's side despite the treatment it received.

He took a deep breath and rushed towards the golden gate to check if there were any restrictions on the number of people allowed to enter. Many tombs can only hold a set number of people inside. Once the capacity is reached, the tomb gate won't open, even if supreme rank individuals attempt to enter. He wanted to make sure there wouldn't be any problems with everyone entering together.

Wesley examined the symbols on the gate and didn't see any restrictions. Without hesitation, he pushed the gate, and it opened with a creak.

He looked back at Kyle, who pushed the spirit forward to lead the way with a serious expression, as if he would abandon it if it wasn't useful enough.

Yue stifled a laugh at the sight and promptly followed behind him. The other elves behind them became alert and swiftly followed the floating spirit that guided them before entering through the partially open gate, which sealed shut behind them after everyone stepped in.

Instantly, a familiar smell of decay and death filled Kyle's senses, causing him to furrow his brow as he surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings.

It felt like he had stepped into a completely different realm... with a murky grey-red sky above, numerous shattered structures, and a barren landscape devoid of any greenery. However, the divine energy in the air was twice as potent as it was outside.

The smell around him was quite unpleasant, but he didn't hold back his scent perception skill; instead, he spread it out in all directions further and further until it covered half of the tomb. Surprise flickered in his eyes because this tomb was wider than the previous one, almost double the size, which made it difficult for him to thoroughly check every corner.

Kyle observed as everyone gradually appeared around him, one by one, and then shifted his gaze to the spirit hovering in front of him. He wondered if the spirits were even useful to him when he could just sense everything in his surroundings.

"Well, at least it is directing the others to discover something valuable."

He mumbled under his breath and shifted his gaze toward the area where he detected dark energy and the distinct scent of blood. One, two, three... Counting silently in his head, he identified four different groups of people inside the tomb. Two of them were of the dark race, while the races of the other two remained unknown.

Wesley stepped back after they entered the tomb and began watching everyone from a distance as he had stated he wouldn't assist anyone inside the tomb unless necessary.

Surprisingly, the first person to move forward was Sebastian. He grunted at Kyle and locked his intense gaze on the spirit.

"Alright, let's go. Move. It's time for me to grow stronger! Hurry up! Little spirit!"

Kyle raised his brow as he found the elven man's behavior a bit amusing. The spirit didn't even acknowledge Sebastian and stayed rooted in its spot. Instantly, a few laughs echoed in the air, and Sebastian's face turned red with embarrassment.

He pointed his shaky finger at the spirit, wanting to stay something, but before he could, Kyle prodded the spirit and pushed it forward. As soon as he nudged the spirit, it started moving ahead, and it didn't forget to emit a distressed sound as if it was being taken advantage of.