Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Chapter 434

There was no need to summon another incarnation through the Human Path.

After closing the passage, Alex raised both hands, two rays of white light separated from his body, the Hero’s Iron Fists appearing between them.

Roland looked at those familiar fists.

"You have already surpassed their power."

"That does not mean I should keep them forever."

The white light entered Roland’s empty sleeves, at the same time, Alex’s Divine Might gathered around his soul, forming a true body of flesh and blood.

His hands returned, his heart began beating.

Roland lowered his head, slowly opening and closing his fingers, then he pressed a hand against his chest.

After being dead for so many years, he was actually alive again.

For a rare moment, this old hero who always seemed to have something to say became completely silent.

Alex waited beside him.

After a while, Roland raised his head.

"The Hale family?"

"They have returned."

"Good!"

A smile appeared on Roland’s face.

Alex told him what had happened after the battle on Heavenly King Island, Heavenless Emperor’s palm, the destruction of the lower realm, his advancement to Heavenly God, and the end of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

He also spoke of the second world.

Hearing that, Roland’s expression gradually changed.

"You destroyed it yourself?"

Alex nodded.

"I needed its destiny luck to become a Great Emperor."

Roland looked at him, his newly restored hands slowly clenching.

Those people had nothing to do with the Heavenly Dao Alliance’s attack on Alex’s family.

Alex understood what he was thinking.

If he wished, he could have concealed this, he had deceived plenty of people before, adding one more lie would not have been difficult.

But after retrieving this old man from the gourd space, he did not want to stand before him and pretend to be some great hero who had saved every world he visited.

"Hero Roland, I have never said I was a good person."

Roland remained silent for a long while.

Finally, he spoke.

"If I had been there, I would have stopped you."

"With your temper, I would have been surprised if you did not."

"I am serious."

Alex’s expression also became serious.

"I know."

The two looked at each other.

Then Roland turned his gaze toward the distant settlements.

"After seeing your family, I want to visit that world."

"I will take you there."

Roland nodded.

His displeasure had not disappeared, but he began walking toward the passage Alex opened, Alex followed beside him.

This old man had only just returned, and he was already preparing to interfere in his affairs again.

Thinking of the scene when Roland refused to leave Heavenly King Island, Alex shook his head, his temper had not changed in the slightest.

By the time they returned to the Hale family Holy Land, tables had been arranged throughout the halls and courtyards, the kitchens were exceptionally busy.

People who had been crying while embracing one another earlier were now carrying dishes, moving stools, shouting for the children to stop running between the tables.

Cedric had sent invitations to several familiar guests.

Aurelia arrived with Lily and Selene, bringing several jars of wine.

After seeing Alex, her gaze became somewhat complicated.

"A Heavenly God..."

She shook her head, seemingly still finding it difficult to connect this realm with the person before her.

"Should I address you differently now?"

Alex glanced toward Cedric, who had already tried to raise the same matter several times.

"You can call me Saint Lord, if everyone changes how they speak, I will not even be able to eat a meal in peace."

Aurelia smiled slightly and handed him a wine jar.

"Then let us drink first."

Inside the hall, Isolde was helping arrange bowls and chopsticks, when she saw Cedric carrying a stack of records, she approached and asked whether he needed help checking the family register.

"After the meal," Cedric replied.

"There will be plenty of work tomorrow."

Isolde nodded.

Nearby, Julian moved a stool aside while Lucas continued explaining something to him, seeing the empty place, Isolde sat down.

Alex glanced in her direction, then continued walking.

Her return to the family had been settled when she brought back Knox’s corpse, there was no need to announce it every time she entered a room.

At this moment, three more figures arrived outside the hall.

Nerin walked in front, followed by Sylra and Aya.

Sylra carried a basket of fish.

The moment Alex saw that basket, a familiar unease rose in his heart, he hoped the old man had only brought the fish and did not intend to cook them himself.

Before Alex could say anything, Aya stepped forward.

"Saint Lord Alex, Nerin said you could tell us..."

She hesitated.

"...what happened to Junior Brother Taryn."

Alex looked at her, then at Sylra.

He had used that identity for so long, there was no way to keep concealing it now.

His appearance changed.

The face of Taryn appeared before them.

Aya froze completely.

Sylra’s eyes widened.

"You..."

Alex returned to his original appearance.

"Taryn was an identity I borrowed, I am Alex Hale."

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Aya slowly turned toward Nerin.

Nerin gave a strained smile.

"I only learned later."

Sylra abruptly looked at him.

"So you also knew?"

Nerin’s smile became even more strained, he had expected the truth to come out today, but not the old man’s anger to turn toward him so quickly.

Alex spoke before Sylra could continue.

"I asked him to conceal it."

Sylra looked back at Alex.

Then, as if remembering something, his expression changed again.

"Knox..."

He had defended his disciple so confidently, he had struck Knox for accusing Taryn of being Alex Hale, at the time, he believed those accusations were nothing more than slander.

Now, the person he had defended was standing before him, admitting Knox had been right.

Sylra’s fingers tightened around the basket.

"Those three peaks, Heaven-Turning, Venomscale, Sunblaze..."

Alex’s expression became still.

"It was me."

Sylra stared at him.

Several words seemed to reach his mouth, but for a while, he could not say any of them.

The disciple he had taken in, the brat who stayed on his peak and complained about his cooking, was actually the person who had caused such destruction within the Divine Blade Sect.

Thinking back to how proudly he had defended him, Sylra felt both anger and humiliation rise within his chest.