A Man Like None Other

Jared could not help but feel embarrassed. In. the eyes of immortals, his current strength was as inconsequential as that of an ant.

Nonetheless, the concept of acquiring immense power and the ability to craft entire worlds and shape reality ignited a thrilling spark within Jared. If I were to genuinely attain such extraordinary power, I could fashion a world and accompany all the women I cherish. I would reign as its sovereign and revel in a life of joy alongside those women, free from the burden of worldly troubles.

Just as Jared was lost in his daydreams, the middle-aged man interjected with a smirk, "Don't let your imagination run wild. You should focus on your cultivation now, and try to avoid getting entangled with women. Becoming an immortal is not as simple as you may think.

And don't think that being immortal can grant you absolute freedom. Do you know that the immortals capable of creating worlds and reshaping reality have endured countless eons of trials and tribulations? You should focus on the present. I've observed that among these individuals, there appears to be someone with hostile intentions toward you-someone who intends to take your life."

The middle-aged man was referring to Fayzon and Zordey, Jared responded, "Don't worry, Sir. With my current strength, I can take them down easily. I can advance to a higher realm at any moment, and when I trigger the lightning tribulation, it will be more than they can withstand."

was no longer concerned about Fayzon. If he dares to stir up trouble, I will not hesitate

Fayzon were to attempt to kill him,

"My soul remnant may not endure much longer, but it's not in vain to have met you before I fade away after guarding here for thousands of

middle-aged man took slow steps toward the

and why is it hidden beneath this small island? It's so strange." Jared,

spring at all. It's formed from the blood that flowed and pooled during the great battle. The reason it appears pale red now is due to the passage of time. This is

Realization dawned on him that what seemed

imagined the gruesome scene from the past-the clash of swords, the

blended with the water, gradually forming a pool that

was formed from the convergence of blood, Jared felt a growing weight on his shoulders as