Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1263: Secrets of the Past and Future

Just as Iron Howler Overlord No. 5’s eyes flew open in alarm, she spoke.

"Have you ever heard of soul-searching?"

The moment her words fell, Iron Howler Overlord No. 5 let out an ear-piercing scream.

It felt as if a drill had been driven straight into his skull, the excruciating pain making him want to thrash wildly on the ground.

As Amalia forcibly extracted his memories, she prodded at his mind. "There was a servant in the Vanquez family who stumbled upon a great opportunity outside. But after returning, he began stealing and betraying their trust. In the end, the Vanquez family had his cultivation crippled and cast him out. After that, he disappeared. Then, not long after, thr Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth wiped out the entire Vanquez family. Tell me—are these events connected?"

The masked man’s eyes were wide with shock.

A bead of cold sweat slipped down from beneath his mask.

It wasn’t until a long while later that Iron Howler Overlord No. 5’s screams finally ceased.

Amalia lifted the restriction on his body, and he collapsed to the ground, his face blank with utter shock.

"What’s wrong with him?" The masked man’s eyes widened like copper bells, his voice tense.

"He’s just turned into an idiot, that’s all. His life isn’t in danger." Amalia replied casually.

During the soul-searching, she hadn’t bothered to protect his mind.

The masked man’s face contorted in fury as he stared at Iron Howler Overlord No. 5’s vacant, foolish expression.

A fate like this was far worse than death.

"I don’t know much about the Vanquez family’s affairs. He wasn’t lying—back then, no more than five people knew the truth."

Amalia cast him a glance, and the masked man felt a chill crawl up his spine.

Because she had forced the soul-search, she hadn’t been able to retrieve all of Iron Howler Overlord No. 5’s memories—many were fragmented and incomplete.

Yet, even from these scattered fragments, Amalia discovered something crucial.

The reason for the Vanquez family massacre was exactly what she had suspected: they were after the Soltice Ring.

However, back then, as a child, she had unknowingly swallowed the ring, and even the Vanquez family hadn’t realized that their heirloom was inside her.

A servant who had only worked there for ten years would have had even less of a chance to know.

But how had the enemy learned that the Vanquez family possessed such a treasure?

That remained an unsolved mystery.

Sensing Kenny Lin calling for her, Amalia stepped out for a moment and brought him inside.

The masked man’s expression darkened further as he saw the new arrival.

Then, just two seconds later, another man was brought in.

A deep despair settled in his heart.

With abilities like these, this Amalia was far stronger than anything he had heard about.

"Did you soul-search him?" Kenny Lin immediately noticed Iron Howler Overlord No. 5 lying limp on the ground.

"Yeah. He refused to cooperate, and I had no patience to interrogate him bit by bit."

"What do you want from me?" The masked man knew they were speaking for his benefit.

He wasn’t afraid of death, but the thought of ending up like Iron Howler Overlord No. 5—mindless, hollow—terrified him.

Amalia pulled out a photograph and held it up. "Have you seen this man before? This is the servant who was expelled from the Vanquez family back then."

The masked man glanced at it briefly. "I never seen him. I don’t know if he was part of Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth or not. Many members of Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth never even see each other before they die."

Iron Howler Overlord No. 5’s memories hadn’t contained any information on this person either.

Amalia hadn’t expected much in the first place.

"What is Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth planning three days from now?"

The masked man took a deep breath. "To sabotage the negotiations between the Nine Star Systems and the aliens."

"Why? What do you gain from it?"

The masked man hesitated, his expression conflicted, reluctant to speak.

Amalia didn’t rush him.

She simply raised her right hand.

His eyelid twitched violently, and he immediately gave in. "I’ll talk."

"We want war between the two universes—to tear down existing rules. When a civilization falls, another rises in its place."

Amalia’s eyes narrowed. "You want to force a reset of Andromeda Universe’s rules?"

"I’m not sure if that’s the goal. That’s just the doctrine passed down by our leader. We’re merely executors. The specifics haven’t been revealed to us."

"Who is your leader?"

"I don’t know. No one has ever seen him. No one even knows his identity in the real world."

"Who will be involved in three days? How many of your people are coming, and where are they now?"

"This negotiation is highly significant. Even the Crimson Moon Dynasty is sending key figures. So, we’re deploying a large number of cultists—at least ten Heaven-rank members will be among them."

"The Strom Claw Overlord is involved too?"

The masked man guessed that Amalia must have learned this from either Viper’s or Iron Howler Overlord No. 5’s memories.

He nodded his head. "Yes, he’ll be there."

"He’ll be there? You don’t know where they are now?"

"Correct. The followers of Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth, especially Heaven-rank members, keep their whereabouts known only to themselves and the leader. They don’t reveal themselves until the last moment."

Amalia asked a few more questions, and the masked man answered them one by one.

Once she was satisfied, she sent him off to join Mo Qingjie.

"Restructuring the universe’s rules... what an audacious ambition!" Kenny Lin clicked his tongue in amazement.

"It’s ambitious, but not impossible."

The fall of one civilization and the rise of another meant starting anew.

Whoever rebuilt it would determine the direction of the future.

Amalia understood why they wanted to reconstruct the universe’s rules.