<h4>Chapter 2235: Chapter 2235: The Origin of the Blood</h4>


    Julius Reed wasn’t sure what this painting really was.


    But he knew that this painting had a mind of its own, though not very intelligent, roughly at a child’s level.


    Still, that was enough for the painting to switch perfectly between deceit and honesty.


    However, Julius Reed understood that now, the painting wouldn’t deceive him.


    Because the scene of those threeher beasts being beaten to pieces was vivid in his mind.


    The painting felt fear, it was deeply scared, worried that Julius Reed would do the same to it.


    In such moments, the painting wouldn’t lie.


    Reflecting on the painting’s understanding of theher beasts, Julius Reed was aware that at least for now, he suspected that the painting could see so far either because there were simr paintings in certain corners.


    Or.


    This painting itself had the ability to see that distant.


    "Tell me, what happens if I don’t return to Gonzalez City?" Julius Reed asked again.


    The painting didn’t hesitate at all, promptly appearing on the snow.


    It was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, so at this moment it had to please Julius Reed.


    Ensuring his safety and usefulness.


    Julius Reed understood this, hence his choice to believe it.


    A new painting emerged on the snow.


    Que Radcliffe was ced on a bed, surrounded by a few men and a woman resembling a witch.


    Julius Reed clenched his fist, a nameless fury rising within him.


    "And if I return, what will happen?" he asked calmly.


    The things in the painting may not be true.


    This was a prophecy, simr to Jesse River’s prophecies.


    Long Dance once mentioned that Silvio Reed also possessed such abilities.


    Prophecies are merely judgments based on certain criteria, the most likely oues.


    This judgment is hard to alter.


    But it’s not impossible to change.


    At the start of entering the divine realm, the painting had warned Julius Reed he would die.


    Yet Julius Reed came out.


    Leaving the divine realm, bringing out Long Dance.


    Once again a painting appeared on the snow.


    In the painting, Julius Reed was tied to a massive iron pir.


    Beneath him, a massive formation was drawn.


    Surrounding him were crowds of people.


    Among them were Pranay Martinez, Trent Marsh, and even Long Dance appeared here.


    "So, whether I go or not, I’m dead?" Julius Reedughed heartily, not dwelling on the matter anymore.


    "Now, onest question I ask you, if you can answer and get me a correct answer, I will not ask you anything more for a month. But remember, if you can’t, I will find a way topletely obliterate you!"


    Afraid the painting might not be honest, Julius Reed added, "Believe me, I can definitely do it."


    "What exactly was the blood earlier?"


    After asking the question, the painting on the snow was wiped clean.


    There was nothing on it.


    Clearly, the painting was deeply conflicted.


    It knew the answer but it was also very significant.


    "I’m giving you five seconds, if you don’t respond, I will..."


    Julius Reed didn’t finish his words and started manipting the fourher beasts within him.


    A painting immediately appeared on the snow.


    In the painting, there stood a tall man of strong stature, his face unclear.


    A sword suddenly appeared at the man’s neck!


    Blood trickled down the sword, drop by drop.


    The man fell.


    The pool of blood vanished.


    The blood gradually coagted, forming a blurred human shape.


    Soon after, the paintingpletely disappeared.


    "Who was that person?" Julius Reed pressured for an answer.


    But the images within him were as lifeless, without any movement.


    "Alright."


    He knew that continuing to force the painting might be counterproductive.


    Currently, the information he had was enough.


    The pool of blood was from someone who was killed.


    As for who that person was, Julius Reed didn’t know.


    He even didn’t have any memories of previous events.


    Even in the times of Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed, Julius Reed seemed not to belong to that era at all.


    From his recovered memories, the earliest recollections seemed to be leading others to tten the temple.


    Julius Reed even suspected, was his life born at that moment?


    "My Lord, if I may speak bluntly, finding out about this person would be harder than ascending to heaven." Shadow Kims, walking by Julius Reed’s side, knew a lot.


    "In our era, we don’t really understand. But think, how many of us are left alive?"


    He reached out a hand: "Not many!"


    "What about earlier than that? Before that, none of us were born, my great-grandfather’s great-grandfather probably wasn’t even a fertilized egg. How to investigate? Ask Trent Marsh, ask Long Dance? Now only those two people know."


    "Now Long Dance is scheming against you, Que Radcliffe is in her hands. It’s uncertain if she knows anything, what if Trent Marsh doesn’t know either? Who else is there? Everyone’s dead, how to investigate!"


    Shadow Kims shook his head helplessly: "Unless, capture that pool of blood, ask it, make it speak itself. But I dare say, if it could be captured easily, you would have already done it."


    "You’re right, but as long as one lives, there will definitely be traces left. If the temple of yesteryears is investigated by descendants, at least they’d discover the three statues were actually Trent Marsh, Silvio Reed, and Long Dance! We simply invented other conjectures due to our ignorance."


    Julius Reed only figured this out upon entering the divine realm.


    The three statues in the temple were those three people.


    They were just blurry.


    If there really was such an extraordinarily powerful person back then.


    Erasing all traces would have been impossible.


    He certainly would have had subordinates or descendants.


    Even if some would kill him, rece him, if clues could be found, it could still trace back to discover the truth.


    "Where do you investigate? Right now Que Radcliffe is still in Long Dance’s hands, don’t forget that." Shadow Kims reminded from the side.


    "Then start by investigating Long Dance. Did you see that painting? In the painting, I’ll be tied up. But have you considered that maybe I chose to be bound willingly, to discover why they bind me, for what purpose?"


    Julius Reed’s gaze was resolute.


    No matter what lies ahead, he must walk through it.


    All obstacles along the path can only be crushed.


    "You intend..." Shadow Kims squinted, considering the boldness.


    "Mobilize the Wolf Cavalry, take Que Radcliffe with you, while I confront them alone." Julius Reed spoke calmly.


    As if facing ordinary people.


    "You must understand, that’s Trent Marsh, someone older than you! Plus Pranay Martinez, you’re truly crazy!" Shadow Kims shook his head: "Facing so many people at once, I’m really concerned for you."


    "I, Julius Reed, have survived death, and now, I remain alive. I don’t believe anyone can kill me." Julius Reed removed a Token from his waist, handing it to Shadow Kims: "Do as I say, if anyone pursues, seek out Mr. River from Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance who cleans toilets."


    "Alright."


    Shadow Kims knew persuasion was useless, sping his hands: "Take care!"