The Seventeenth Prince's scalp went numb, and his entire body trembled. Yet he continued staring blankly at the old man before him, listening to those deeply meaningful words.
Before the Seventeenth Prince could say anything else, the old man suddenly raised two fingers and thrust them, one to each side, into the Seventeenth Prince's Primordial Chaos pupils.
"Aah!!"
The Seventeenth Prince's Primordial Chaos pupils were pierced through, his eyeballs shattered, and blood streamed out. He immediately let out a miserable scream and trembled, but the old man's withered palm gripped his head like an iron claw. No matter how frantically he struggled, he could not break free from the old man's hands.
"Endure it. You will soon have a new life..."
If not for Imperial Father's words echoing beside his ears, the Seventeenth Prince would certainly have passed out from the pain, and would have thought Imperial Father was toying with him.
Amid the excruciating pain, he chose to believe. He chose to endure the agony. He chose to stop struggling and let his father's fingers stab into his Primordial Chaos pupils.
Was his father going to erase even the pitiful capital he possessed as an awakened one?
The Seventeenth Prince did not know.
All he could feel was pain.
Yet, in the instant after that pain, he suddenly felt something strange. It was as though some shackle within him, within the sockets of his Primordial Chaos pupils, had shattered. It was as though new life was being born inside his Primordial Chaos pupils, slowly growing.
There were five such "new lives."
Five!
Within the Primordial Chaos Clan, this was the true number of perfection—the number of fingers on a hand. Only with five could one command the world!
Those five "new lives" emerged within the shattered Primordial Chaos pupils.