Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 220

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The founder’s darkness pulsed with fury. “Impossible! The last Chaotic Body was recorded a thousand years ago!” D

The founder’s form expanded until it seemed to fill the entire void. “I will place my mark upon your divine sense. Through it, you may draw upon my dark energy to combat this enemy.”

“Thank you, Great Founder,” I managed, suppressing my revulsion. “I will not fail you.

Relief flooded through me. My father had foreseen this possibility and prepared accordingly. The knowledge had been there all along, waiting until I needed it.

“Young Master!” he exclaimed. “Are you alright? You’ve been unresponsive for nearly an hour.”

I had to appear hesitant but willing. “And after the enemy is defeated?”

I closed my eyes and began absorbing the dark energy through the mark–the very channel intended to enslave me. I felt my qi rapidly enhancing as I drew upon the founder’s power, converting his malicious energy into strength I could control.

“Unacceptable!” he roared, dark energy lashing out violently around us. “My work cannot end this way! My techniques must live on!”

“He possesses a Chaotic Body,” I explained. “Light and dark energies coexist within him, making him resistant to our sect’s dark techniques. Worse, he’s a master alchemist who can create pills that counter our poisons.”

The founder circled me again, his dark energy pulsing rhythmically. I could almost feel him weighing his options.

Before I could respond, he shot forward, piercing the center of my golden consciousness. The pain defied description–like having my very essence rewritten by acid. I couldn’t hold back my scream as the mark burned into the core of my divine

sense.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. The tool meant for my subjugation would become the

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instrument of my growth.

Eamon’s face paled. “Young Master, such entities are not to be trusted!”

Pain exploded through my consciousness as the founder’s dark energy probed my essence. I bit back a scream, knowing any resistance would betray me. Instead, I focused on suppressing my spiritual energy while letting my natural dark energy flow freely.

I sat up slowly, feeling the dark mark pulsing within my divine sense. It felt like a burning coal lodged in my mind, emanating malicious energy.

I had prepared for this. “I’ve been experimenting with forbidden techniques to combat this enemy, Great Founder. Our traditional methods weren’t enough.”

“I had no choice,” I replied, feeling the mark throb.angrily at my admission. “He’s given me access to his power… but placed a mark on my divine sense to control me.”

I nodded, turning my attention inward again. The mark pulsed with dark energy–vast, primordial power that the founder had accumulated over centuries.

There–among the countless medicinal formulas and cultivation techniques my father had passed down–was something new. A method specifically designed to neutralize spiritual marks and binding contracts.

The founder’s eyes narrowed, two pinpoints of malevolent light boring into my consciousness. I remained perfectly still, knowing any sign of deception would be fatal.

“Very well,” he finally declared. “I will grant you a portion of my power. But know this- it comes with conditions.”

“Interesting,” the founder murmured, his voice now intimately close. “Your dark energy resonates with mine. You truly are of my bloodline.”

“For now,” I said quietly, “I’ll use this connection to my advantage.”

“Now go,” he commanded. “Return to your body and destroy this enemy of Earth Fiend Valley. Preserve my legacy until I can reclaim it myself!”

My consciousness chilled at his words. A mark on my divine sense meant control- something no cultivator would willingly accept.

Just as I feared. Complete subjugation.

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I projected humility into my consciousness. “Not all your power, Great Founder. Just enough to defeat this threat to your legacy.”

And soon, very soon, I would be strong enough to sever this connection completely.

“This mark,” I asked carefully, “what exactly would it do?”

I remained silent, letting his rage build. The more invested he became in this fictional threat to his legacy, the more likely he would grant what I needed.

Eamon’s tension visibly eased. “Your father’s foresight never ceases to amaze me.”

“See that you don’t,” he warned. “The mark allows me to observe your actions. Betray me, and I will destroy you from within.”

“You suggest I simply… hand over my power to you?” His voice dripped with suspicion. “Power that took me centuries to accumulate?”

The void around me began to brighten. I felt a pulling sensation as my divine sense was drawn back toward my physical form.

And now, thanks to my deception, I had access to it all.

Eamon helped me to my feet. “What happened? The statue stopped glowing suddenly.”

“It is done,” the founder declared with cruel satisfaction. “Now Through it, you may draw upon my dark energy as needed.”

you bear

bear my

mark.

Horror dawned on Eamon’s face. “Such a mark could corrupt your very cultivation base! We must find a way to remove it immediately!”

“Then you will devote yourself to breaking my seal,” he stated flatly. “The mark ensures your loyalty.”

I probed the mark cautiously. It felt foreign and malevolent, but also… powerful. Very powerful.

The dark entity circled me slowly, his form rippling with barely contained rage. I felt his scrutiny like ice against my mind.

The founder paused his pacing. His form suddenly shot toward me, engulfing my golden consciousness completely. The sensation was horrifying–like being submerged in liquid malice.

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I seized the opportunity to appeal to his pride. “The righteous sects hunted us relentlessly after your sealing. Many ancient techniques were lost. We’ve been struggling to rebuild your glorious vision.”

It was like holding back part of myself while offering another–an excruciating balancing act.

When the agony finally subsided, I felt different. Tainted. A dark spot now resided at my core, pulsing in rhythm with the founder’s energy.

“Anything, Great Founder,” I replied, maintaining my deferential tone while inwardly bracing myself.

I nodded in agreement. “A terrible failure, Great Founder. One I hope to rectify by eliminating this current threat.”

His form rippled with what might have been approval. “Initiative. Good. Perhaps there is hope for my legacy after all.”

I projected resigned acceptance. “If that is the price to save Earth Fiend Valley… I accept.”

“You will not lie to me, descendant!” he roared from all directions at once. “I shall test your truth myself!”

“But in return,” he continued, “you gain the ability to channel my dark energy–power beyond your wildest dreams. Power enough to crush this Liam Knight.”

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