Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1030:- Heavenly Tribulations and Bloodlust

"You don’t sit." At these words, Alen felt a wave of bitterness. He understood he was facing punishment right before his children. But what choice did he have? No one commanded more respect or instilled greater fear in him than Boris.

"The rest... all sit down." Boris kept Alen standing directly in his line of sight.

Aditya’s mother glanced at her husband and sighed deeply. Some habits never faded. Yet it was forgivable. Boris enforced strict discipline, though his heart remained remarkably tender.

"Why did you exile my grandson?" Everyone knew Boris cherished Aditya deeply. Visits were infrequent, but when they happened, nearly all their talks revolved around Aditya. Boris constantly counseled Alen on steps to benefit his grandson.

Matters that posed bad influences on the young Aditya.

Actions that could forge his character as the future Emperor.

Boris himself championed the plan for Aditya to wed the Seven Goddesses. With Boris's support backing Alen, nobody dared refuse the marriage agreement.

Now that Alen had boldly banished that cherished grandson, Boris's rage was inevitable.

Alen’s face twisted into deep awkwardness upon hearing Boris’s question.

"Father, I believe we fell under mind control from Ren and the group backing him."

"You rule as emperor of the Celestial Dragon Empire, the mightiest realm in the world, yet you claim some obscure, random organization seized control of your mind." Faced with this, former Emperor Alen had no defense. Shame and humiliation forced his head even lower.

His son’s pitiful state only ignited Boris’s fury more. If not for their blood tie, Boris would have pummeled the culprit nearly to death on the spot.

"Everyone except him, leave the room. I want to speak to him alone." The icy chill in Boris’s voice brooked no debate or plea.

Rin briefly considered eavesdropping on their talk. But Boris’s unyielding, stony face made her instantly abandon the notion. Aditya’s grandfather struck her as utterly terrifying.

He might well be the most fearsome person she’d ever encountered. ’Thankfully, he stands with us.’

Aditya’s mother longed to defend her husband before her father-in-law, yet even she stayed silent. Against Boris, especially in his wrath, courage failed her completely.

’Luckily, Father didn’t order me to stand beside Alen.’

She shot her husband a silent, pitying gaze. She knew full well that once the room emptied, the coming reprimand would be a hundredfold fiercer. Boris wielded absolute authority with an iron grip, renowned for his explosive, hair-trigger temper.

Boris realized his restraint might shatter. That was why he cleared the others away. His upcoming words or deeds would humiliate his son far worse with witnesses around. Fiery-tempered as he was, Boris grasped that public scolding would shame his son before the family.

And diminish the reverence others held for him deep within.

Boris had steeled himself for death in mere decades. Entering the Pocket Dimension brought him inner peace. He’d bid farewell to all and embraced solitude for his final years, letting nature gradually claim his life.

But his son faced many years ahead. Despite the colossal blunder, public berating was unfit. Boris did not

With great reluctance, the others departed the room and gathered in the garden.

"Grandpa Boris is very strict." Aditya commented to his mother. In this brief span, his connection with her had strengthened immensely.

"Well, your grandfather is a tough man plagued by anger issues. Yet he’s incredibly soft-hearted toward his two sons."

"That doesn’t mean he spoiled his sons rotten."

"That reminds me. I’ve never truly asked about my uncle." Aditya meant the father of the current Emperor.

"Was he like Ren?" Aditya couldn’t resist inquiring.

His mother shook her head. "Actually, he stands as Ren’s total opposite."

"Your uncle, the second son, entered the world when both your grandmother and grandfather had peaked at Seventh order in cultivation."

"Their lofty cultivation levels gifted your uncle immense talent from birth. He was hailed instantly as a once-in-a-generation cultivation prodigy. Yet that made the delivery far more agonizing."

Elena, Aditya’s mother, turned to the girls and shared this lesson for their future. "Take this example: we never sought another child because Aditya’s birth nearly claimed my life."

"Even as the spouse of the most powerful Emperor, the mother-in-law perished during childbirth."

"Your grandfather favored your uncle more because he showed greater talent in cultivation and shared Boris's very temperament." In fact, some elderly Elders have told me that your second uncle mirrored young Boris perfectly.

"On the main continent, he reigned as the unchallenged top genius of his era. Even with nearly 150 years separating your father and uncle in age, your uncle overtook your father in cultivation by just 25 years old." The girls stood stunned upon hearing this.

Aditya couldn't conceal the shock on his own face.

"Fate can truly be merciless." Elena let out a sorrowful sigh.

"Sadly, he couldn't conquer the Heavenly Tribulation." After reaching Peak 6th order, he paused for 15 years to prepare specifically for this Heavenly Tribulation, yet he still failed to overcome it.

"Why was that?" Aditya couldn't resist asking. To him, Heavenly Tribulation seemed overhyped and excessively dreaded by the masses.

His question made her realize immediately that her son remained ignorant about such matters. Thus, as his mother, she chose to explain patiently.

"The power of the Heavenly Tribulation relies on the cultivator’s talent, their overall strength, and above all, their bloodlust."

"At age 24, your uncle became the Celestial Dragon Empire's general and commanded numerous victorious campaigns against invading forces threatening the empire's peace. Consequently, your uncle accumulated tremendous bloodlust." In essence, his uncle had slain vast numbers of people while crushing rebels and foreign enemies.

"Crucially, Heavenly Tribulation strikes harder against cultivators with intense bloodlust. The greater the bloodlust, the more ferocious the Heavenly Tribulation becomes."

"So he failed and perished?" His mother nodded with a mournful expression. He passed away merely months after Ren’s birth.

"Was there truly no way to save him?" Aditya pressed, his face turning grim.

Elena shook her head. "Every renowned alchemist and healer rushed to his aid, but he didn't survive beyond 36 hours after the Heavenly Tribulation."

"The Tribulation utterly shattered his cultivation, crippled him for life, and left his internal organs decaying at a rapid pace. We had those 36 hours to act, but nothing availed."

"Alen and Father poured every ounce of their power into saving him, yet it proved impossible. The failed Tribulation had gravely wounded your uncle’s soul and plunged him into a coma. He couldn't even bid farewell to his family."

Before Aditya could pose more questions, the girls crowded around him. "Aditya, you're forbidden from any needless killing from this point onward."

Elena frowned upon hearing this. Something felt amiss to her.

"Why is that?" she inquired.

"Because Aditya's cultivation has already cultivated a horrifying killing intent."

"What.....!!!" Elena felt as if the entire world was crumbling atop her.

"It's reasonable to estimate he's slain over 30 million." Upon these words, Elena nearly crumpled to the floor, only held up by Rin from behind.

"Mom, are you okay?" Aditya knelt down beside her.

"Not even your uncle slew so many." Aditya’s kill count stood almost three times that of his uncle’s.

The meaning hung heavy in the air. Since his uncle, with 10 million kills, failed to endure the Heavenly Tribulation from Peak 6th-order to Beginner 7th-order, what hope did Aditya hold, having already massacred over 30 million?

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