Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 4488

"Interesting."

The Nine Heaven Emperor scoffed and said, "I can't believe you're that lucky to be able to be reborn through the Red Lotus Fayette. But you're being selfish and not thinking about the Ancient Ancestor's safety by not telling me anything. Well, I'm not going to go easy on you."

As he spoke, the Nine Heaven Emperor turned to address Lunaris General. "Hold him captive in the Sky Prison. We'll decide what to do with him when we find out where the Ancient Ancestor is."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Lunaris General strode toward him. He addressed a few soldiers and had Darryl dragged out of the Imperial Sky Palace to the Sky Prison.

Just then, the entire Imperial Sky Palace fell silent. The looks on all the officials' faces were ice-cold; none of them felt sorry for Darryl.

After all, Darryl was never a member of the Godly Region—he was from the Nine Mainland. There had been great disdain among the officials when the Ancient Ancestor had made him Nine Heavens Sage. When they saw him suffer such consequences, they all felt impossibly vindicated.

At that moment, in the Sky Prison.

Darryl was thrown rather unceremoniously into a cell. His chest flared with rage and hopelessness.

Motherf*cker, that was way unfair.

He did not even know how Yvette, Queenie, and Celine were doing after he had been caught.

……

Meanwhile, at the Sealed Fiend Mountain.

The Sealed Fiend Mountain was barren, and the fiend race had built a magnificent black palace in its place.

The fiend race suffered significant losses in the last few battles against the Godly Region. Thus, Archfiend Antigonus had declared the Sealed Fiend Mountain as their secret place to recuperate and restore their energy.

Just then, in the black palace.

Archfiend Antigonus sat on his throne, his face the picture of ease as he held the Soul Requiem stone in his hand.

The Ancient Ancestor's fairy spirit was gone, and all that was left was his physical form. The Imperial Sky Palace was in chaos, too.

All he needed was to seize Darryl, get rid of him, and the fiend race would be free of its worries.

Just then, a charming figure soared into the palace at top speed. She had a breathtaking figure. It was Morticia.

"Honorable Archfiend!" Morticia bowed respectfully, her exquisite features laced with remorse and fear.