After returning to the obsidian palace, Rhea's faction was brimming with joy and celebration. The victory was momentous for them, and Rhea made sure to express her gratitude to Sargan repeatedly.
"Your contributions to this victory were invaluable," she said. "I am forever grateful to you. Tell me, what can I do to repay you?"
Rhea's words were filled with genuine appreciation and respect for Sargan. She was eager to hear what he had to say, recognizing that his efforts had been instrumental in their success.
"Soul Gems," This was Sargan's response as he remained calm and collected.
Rhea had expected this, but a smile still broke out on her face. She soon hugged him and continued to drink more alcohol.
While the celebrations continued, Sargan quietly returned to his room and began to cultivate.
Nearly a hundred hours later, the celebrations were now over as Rhea was managing her faction resources properly.
During this time, a few demons knocked on Sargan's room and delivered him the Soul Gems.
Sargan thanked them before returning to the room. He set up arrays to prevent anyone from sensing what he was doing within the room and soon began to absorb the Soul Gems utilizing the Nether Devil God Mantra.
Fortunately, now that the Nether Devil God Mantra had broken through to the sixth stage, his speed of absorption of soul energy had increased tremendously.
Even the hundreds of thousands of soul gems that Rhea had sent him were exhausted in just seventy hours.
Once these soul gems were exhausted, Sargan knew it was time to inform Rhea of his decision.
"…I wish to leave," Sargan spoke. He was currently standing in Rhea's private room.
Rhea showed an astonished expression while approaching him, "W-what?! Why are you leaving now?! I have already defeated my rival and its finally time for me to take over the position of the next head of the Olmer Clan."
"That was my only objective, Rhea. I wanted to help you succeed in triumphing over your rivals. And now that you have, there is no longer any reason for me to stay," Sargan responded calmly.
"What? But where are you going?" Rhea asked.
Sargan shook his head, "I can't tell you that."
"…Why?" Rhea asked as she suddenly stepped up and hugged him.
Sargan placed his hands around her body while speaking slowly, "You will realize the reason behind my decision soon. So, don't worry, it's not as if I am parting forever. We will meet each other shortly after this."
"…My father has summoned me to the Olmer Clan's primary hideout. I wanted you to accompany me," Rhea spoke as her hold over Sargan tightened.
Sargan let out a sigh internally as he thought, 'I definitely can't enter the Olmer Clan's hideout. I will be slaughtered the moment I step inside. The Olmer Clan's Patriarch knows of me. I am sure he will recognize me instantly.'
"This will be your crowning ceremony," Sargan whispered to Rhea. "I wish I could stay and witness it, but I really need to leave."
Rhea understood the gravity of the situation and reluctantly bid farewell to Sargan. "I understand," she said, "but before you go, there's something I need to do."
Sargan was taken aback as Rhea suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was at first hesitant, but quickly became more intense and passionate, as if the two had been longing for this moment for a long time.
As the kiss deepened, Rhea wrapped her arms around Sargan's neck, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his body responding to hers, his breath growing more ragged with desire. They broke apart for a moment, panting heavily, before their lips met again in a frenzy of desire.
Sargan felt himself becoming increasingly lost in the moment as they continued to kiss. His hands roamed over Rhea's body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist.
He could feel her soft skin under his fingertips, and he yearned to explore every inch of her.
Suddenly, Rhea tore off her clothing, Sargan watched in awe as her flawless skin was revealed.
Her curves were accentuated by the soft candlelight, and her breasts bounced tantalizingly as she moved. Sargan could feel himself getting harder with each passing moment.
With a primal growl, Sargan grabbed Rhea and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He could feel the slickness between her thighs as he positioned himself, and with a thrust, he entered her deeply.
Rhea moaned loudly, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
As they moved together, Sargan could feel the intense pleasure building within him.
He gripped Rhea's hips tightly, driving himself deeper and harder into her. Rhea matched his every move, her body writhing with pleasure beneath him.
Their breathing became ragged and urgent as they neared the peak of their passion.
Sargan could feel the heat building within him, and with one final thrust, he exploded into Rhea, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Rhea cried out as she reached her own climax, her body convulsing with ecstasy. They clung to each other, panting heavily as they came down from their shared release.
Their activities continued for the next four hours before Rhea's body finally gave out.
Sargan stood up and spoke with a grin while glancing at Rhea, "That was a good method to try and stop me from leaving. But unfortunately, I really have to go."
"See ya," he soon left the obsidian palace and was heading straight towards the seal between the Olmer Clan and Bach Clan's territories.
He had a way to break the bloodline barrier. It was for one of the reasons he had kept Zara's soul in his ring and also stored her blood.
Since Zara was a genuine clan heiress of the Olmer Clan, her bloodline ought to work in opening up the barrier.
Actually, merely bloodline was still insufficient to open the barrier. This barrier also required the will of the bloodline holder in the blood as well. This meant that only if Zara truly wanted to open the barrier with her blood would the barrier open.
It would be useless if someone acquired her blood and tried to open the barrier with him.
This is where Sargan planned to use her soul to add the will within that blood.
