Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2835

Andrew smiled mysteriously and turned to Valerie. "Valerie, attack me. Right now, destroy my energy core."

Valerie was stunned. "What?"

Andrew insisted, "Do as I say, quickly!"

Luther's entire body shook as realization dawned on him. "Andrew, you're planning to…"

Andrew smiled. "That's right. Nothing can be rebuilt without first being destroyed! Wyrmhelm's evil power has been imprisoning my energy core all this time. He must be at least at the martial god level or higher; otherwise, his residual seal couldn't have trapped me for so long.

"If he wants to keep my energy core locked down, then fine. I'll simply destroy the energy core myself, leaving his seal with nothing to cling to. This way, I can be reborn from the ashes!"

Luther's face flushed red with excitement. "Brilliant! This perfectly aligns with the core principles of cultivating the Divine Art of the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth. Don't be bound by the physical body; don't be constrained by conventional limitations, such as energy cores and meridians. Truly return to nature, and ultimately, the natural way will manifest itself."

He looked at Andrew with genuine admiration, thinking that Andrew was a monster blessed by the heavens. Not only did fate favor him, but he was an extraordinary genius on his own.

"Andrew, here I go!" Valerie was still worried, but under Andrew's encouraging gaze, she condensed a ball of cold energy in her palm.

Finally, she pressed it against Andrew's lower abdomen.

A piercing, bone-chilling pain erupted instantly. Andrew's face turned deathly pale, yet he did not make a single sound.

Invisibly, something seemed to shatter with a crack. Accompanying it was a dark purple aura that roared unwillingly from within Andrew's energy core, releasing a dragon-like howl that shook one's very soul.

An old man with half-black, half-white hair slowly opened his eyes, and lightning flickered inside them. His expression twisted with anger. He quickly formed several hand seals in the air, tracing the source of the sudden jolt in his soul.

At last, he found the answer.

"He actually broke free from my restraints? Could it be that destiny truly cannot be defied? But I refuse to believe it. I will rebel against the heavens themselves if I must…"

His black-and-white hair lifted in an unseen wind as he rose to his feet. His deep, shadowy eyes turned toward the east as though he could see through the endless distance to Mount Lourneau, where Andrew sat.

"You cannot escape from my grasp!" A sinister smile gradually curved at the corners of his mouth.