CHAPTER 4196

The Chaos Sacred Art was too profound. The Chaos Script was unrivaled in its depth and profoundness, and James could not understand anything. He looked at the closed book before him, and the mysterious voice that appeared previously rang inside his head. He closed his eyes and concentrated on comprehending them. The voice seemed to come from the depths of the Chaos. Yet, it also seemed to have come from the depths of his soul. After contemplating for a whole day, James still could not understand what the voice was.

“Perhaps this is the voice of the Chaos that contains the supreme Chaos Path,” He murmured.

Since he could not understand anything, he put those thoughts aside.

He stored the Chaos Sacred Art away and looked in the direction where the Grand Patriarch was in a closed-door meditation. He was wondering if he should consult the Grand Patriarch.

With that idea in mind, he immediately stood up and headed in the Grand Patriarch’s direction. Soon, he arrived outside the Formation, and he called for the Grand Patriarch from outside the Formation, “Grand Patriarch, I, Wyot Dalibor, wish to have an audience with you.”

“Grand Patriarch!”

…

He called out a few times.

Following that, a crack appeared on the Formation, and James arrived at the mountaintop. An elderly man was sitting on a rock. He looked even older now than before. His face was wrinkled, and his flesh was almost completely gone. James could sense that he did not have long to live. Just as the Grand Patriarch said, he was already nearing his end.

“Grand Patriarch.”

James looked at the Grand Patriarch, who had his eyes shut and greeted him respectfully. Original content from .

Hirah Dalibor opened his eyes slightly and looked at James. He extended his wrinkled arm and pointed at a rock opposite him, saying feebly, “Sit.”

James leaped onto a rock opposite Hirah and sat in a lotus position. Looking at Hirah, whose vitality was seeping away, he asked, “What happened, Grand Patriarch? Why is your vitality seeping away so quickly?”

Hirah sighed and said, “I suffered a long-lasting injury during the war with the Human Race. I guess it’s already a miracle that I’ve survived till now.”

“Is there no other way, Grand Patriarch? The Dooms need you. Without you, how are we supposed to stand among the other races as equals?”

Hirah waved his hand slightly and interrupted James.

“You have potential, Wyot. You’re the future of the Dooms. Until you have risen as a force to be reckoned with, I won’t succumb that easily. The only thing I’m worried about is the tribulation of the Dooms. All this while, I have extrapolated repeatedly. Although much of my strength is depleted, I managed to have a peek of Heaven’s Secret.”

Hearing this, James was stunned. However, his expression remained unchanged as he asked, “Do you have a way to resolve the Dooms’ crisis?”