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."

Jared had gained newfound confidence and was no longer concerned about Fayzon. If he dares to stir up trouble, I will not hesitate to deal with

Daemon present, Jared believed that if Fayzon were to attempt to kill him, Montane

it's not in vain to have met you before I

took slow steps toward

why is it hidden beneath this small island? It's so strange." Jared, who followed closely, could

not help but smile wryly. "This isn't a spirit 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 a pool of blood, not a spirit

dawned on him that what seemed like the faintly red seawater was

the gruesome scene from the past-the clash of swords, the chaos of magecraft, and the collision

out and blended with the water, gradually forming a pool that took on the appearance of a spirit

was utterly stunned. Upon realizing that the pool was formed from the convergence of blood, Jared felt a growing weight