Chapter 5914

At Skynet's headquarters, Truett sat alone in a room and sipped on the special Genesis Liquor

produced exclusively by their group, called Qhairos.

After losing the battle to James, Truett returned to Skynet and shut himself in Larsciel Pavilion for

eight epochs.

During that time, Truett had done nothing but drink continuously in a gloomy mood.

The young master shutting himself in had attracted the attention of Skynet's senior and important

members.

Those members quickly dispatched their men to find out what had happened to Truett.

Sadly, all they had gathered was that Truett had visited Mount Martialis of the Timaeus Sect. They

had no information about what Truett had encountered at Mount Martialis.

Eventually, eight elders gathered outside the entrance of the Larsciel Pavilion.

"It's been eight epochs.” An elderly man smoothed his beard. “We can't just sit around and watch

the young master go on like this.”

The other seven elders exchanged concerned glances. However, they were all at a loss for what to

do.

Just then, a huge shadow moved across the sky. A man materialized a few steps away from the

elders the next instant.

The elders spotted the man and bowed slightly.

“Greetings to Mr. Yegor!”

The man standing before them was none other than Skynet's leader, Yegor.

After he had infiltrated James’ soul space and had a discussion with him, Yegor left Timaeus Sect

and traveled toward the Dark Genesis World to check its surrounding area.

Then, he rushed back to their headquarters after receiving news about Truett.

"What's wrong?” Yegor looked at the elders and asked

The elders quickly informed him about Truett's condition.

After listening to their explanation, Yegor headed for the stairs leading up to the Larsciel Pavilion's

entrance with an unreadable expression on his face.

Just as he reached the door, Yegor glanced at the elders over his shoulder. “All of you can return to

your duties first. I'll handle things here.”

The elders gave a low bow and teleported away upon receiving Yegor's instruction.

Yegor lifted his hand and channeled an immense amount of Genesis Power toward the sky. His

powers formed a soundproof formation covering the entire Larsciel Pavilion.

Then, Yegor kicked the door open and entered the room

Yegor's face darkened when he spotted a drunk Truett and the empty liquor bottles scattered on the

floor.

"Get out.” Truett's speech was slurred.

Yegor stopped beside him.

“I told you to get out!” Truett was about to slam his hand on the table when someone caught his

wrist.

Truett lifted his gaze and saw Yegor's face. The young man scrambled to his feet almost instantly.

“Dad...” Truett was slowly sobering up.

"You've sealed away ninety percent of your cultivation base.” Yegor narrowed his eyes. “You only

have powers of the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank’s Seventh Tribulation at the moment.”

Truett lowered his head anxiously.

“You challenged him to a battle...” Yegor said, “...and you lost.”