On Twilight Continent, Qianye, Nighteye, and Howard were running forward at full speed.

Howard sighed as he muttered, “Castle Midas isn’t my first castle, but it’s one that I built with my own two hands. The Empire and humans didn’t even exist when I settled there. Who would’ve thought my home of a thousand years would be destroyed just like that.”

After running for half a day, Howard’s breathing was a bit strained. He looked up at the sky, saying, “My connection with the blood seal is growing weaker by the day. Are you two sure you want to bring along a useless old man like me?”

Nighteye said, “There’s only one Dark Gospel, the Byrne clan won’t die as long as you’re around.”

Howard took a short break to catch his breath. “Very well, you’ve convinced me.”

To any of the major clans, their earliest primogenitor was the source of all power. A living primogenitor or a great dark monarch was everything to the family. It could be said that the...