Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1063, The Mysterious King

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

Alarion, the Fifth Seraph was rumored to possess unfathomable strength, comparable to the Divine Tree of the Milky Way.

He was rumored to wield the Angel Clan’s Imperial Artifact, the Sixteen Holy Wings, making him unrivaled in the entire world.

He was rumored to be…

Too many legends have forged an unparalleled prestige of his. However, none of them could change the fact that his existence remains an enigma.

To this day, no one knew where he was.

No one knew where he had gone.

All that was known was that during the war known as Eternal Dawn, which engulfed the entire Angel Clan, millions of evil monsters were purified by his sacred light.

Even the Void Emperor, whom even the two Eternal Overlords, Seraphim and Michael, failed to defeat despite joining forces, vanished amidst mournful cries, dissipating into nothingness like a wisp of smoke.

Of course, that was merely a rumor.

The truth, no one knew.

Even Seraphim and Michael had only heard the Dragon’s final wail. When the holy light faded, the Evil Dragon was nowhere to be found.

Perhaps, as the rumor said, it truly was purified by the sacred light, reduced to nothingness.

However, could the sacred light truly be that terrifying?

Doubt lingered in the hearts of Seraphim and Michael, an unease they could not shake.

…

Meanwhile, at the heart of the Angel Clan, the City of Angels…

Seraphim and Michael sat at the highest seats of the grand hall…

Below them stood countless powerful Angels, their expressions solemn.

“Find him. No matter what it takes, we must find the Fifth Angel King.”

“Understood!” With a unanimous response, the gathered Angels straightened their postures.

As a Seraph, as exalted or mysterious he may be, that was no excuse for him to take the Holy Armament, the Sixteen Holy Wings, without permission.

Because of this, the entire Angel Clan was shaken. Countless high-ranking Angels had gathered.

This concerned the very foundation of their race—there was no room for carelessness.

However, just as the tension in the hall reached its peak, Michael slowly raised a hand, gazing at the golden feather resting between his fingers. His eyes narrowed slightly, as he stated, “Before he left, he said that if we ever activate this feather, he would return…”

A heavy silence filled the chamber.

Even Seraphim remained quiet.

[This must be the Feather of Salvation. With this feather, the moment the Angel Clan faced a true crisis, he would know immediately. However, why does it feel so strange?]

At that moment, as if struck by a thought, an Angel hesitantly spoke, “Lord Archangel, why don’t we simply activate the feather and summon him?”

“Summon him?” A bitter chuckle spread through the room, as a look of helplessness appeared on the faces of many Angels sitting on the head seats. [If only it was that simple!]

Everyone reckoned that activating this feather was akin to awakening the Imperial Artifact itself, which was a matter of huge significance.

If the feather could only be used once, they would suffer an immeasurable loss. Moreover, for someone as powerful and enigmatic as the Fifth Seraph, they believed that he was not someone to be trifled with.

If they summoned him without a truly dire reason, they had no idea how he would react.

Thus, searching for him remained the safest course of action.

As for the feather, all the gathered Angels had reached the same conclusion—It was their true Feather of Salvation.

Only when the Angel Clan faced a true crisis could this feather be activated, summoning that unfathomable existence.

Michael did not respond to the young Angel’s suggestion. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the others and asked, “Have any of you ever heard of him?”

“Uh…” Silence filled the hall once again, while confusion and perplexion written over the faces of the gathered Angels.

They had never heard of a Fifth Angel King, much less a Fifth Seraph.

However, the signals coming straight from the very heart of their Bloodline could not be denied.

Moreover, he had gained the Imperial Artifact’s recognition—becoming its true bearer. That alone proved beyond doubt that he was a member of the Angel Clan.

However, this begged another question—When did such a powerful Angel emerge within their ranks, one who could obliterate even a Tier-6 Void Emperor with a mere flick of his fingers? If he had existed all along, why had their race been forced to remain confined to a single galaxy for so long?

*Haaa…* Michael let out a long sigh, and seeing no response from the gathered Angels, he could only shake his head in frustration.

There was no need to ask Seraphim either.

Though Seraphim was also an Angel King, the fact that the Imperial Artifact had chosen another Master left him seething with fury.

It was no different from being the rightful Crown Prince of a kingdom, only to watch helplessly as the throne was snatched away.

And the Sixteen Holy Wings had done just that.

As the strongest expert of the Angel Clan, as the supreme Seraphim, he was the one meant to wield the Imperial Artifact. Had he ascended to Tier-7, the Realm of Hegemony, he could have used the Sixteen Holy Wings to command the starry skies.

However, now, it was gone. Everything was gone.

At that moment, if one were to look into Seraphim’s eyes, they would glimpse a flicker of despair—an abyssal shadow of death. A torment far more agonizing than mere defeat.

A suffocating helplessness, a bitter agony, wrapped around him. The very air surrounding his figure turned frigid—so chilling it seemed capable of freezing Souls themselves.

Even Michael felt a pang of unease, worried that his old friend might fall into darkness.

Nonetheless, Michael had no solution.

If he were in Seraphim’s place, he too would struggle to accept this fate.

After all, Seraphim had long been the acknowledged the strongest of the Angel Clan.

But now, someone else had appeared to replace him, one who was unstoppable and unmatched.

Were it not for his sudden disappearance, the one seated at the highest throne would no longer be Seraphim.

It would be that unknown, mysterious King, because only the wielder of the Imperial Artifact could be called ‘King’.

It was easy to imagine the bitterness drowning Seraphim at this moment.

However, just then, a voice suddenly echoed through the grand hall.

“Archangel, regarding this newly-emerged Seraphs, I may know something.” The speaker was Lan, the only female among the Angel Kings.

She slowly rose to her feet, and continued, her gaze unwavering, “According to ancient records, the Holy Armament—Sixteen Holy Wings—was personally forged by the Lord himself. During its forging, a single drop of Sacred Blood was sealed within it…”

“And that Seraph’s aura… it was so pure, so ancient, as if it has existed since time immemorial. Do you think that it’s possible that that drop of Sacred Blood was reborn and became the Fifth Angel King?”

As she spoke, a sharp glint flickered in Lan’s eyes.

“If that is true, then everything makes sense. That would explain why, despite being only Tier-6, he was able to wield the Sixteen Holy Wings—because he is of the Lord’s truest and purest Bloodline.”