A Man Like None Other

“Mr. Chance, are you all right?”

Cloud hurried over and was delighted to find that Jared was unharmed. “I’m fine,” Jared reassured with a smile. In contrast, when Montane Daemon saw Jared, he widened his eyes in disbelief..

“Mr. Chance, your… your aura is… You’ve achieved a breakthrough and have become a peak Eighth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator?” Montane Daemon remarked, inhaling sharply.

It had only been days since they parted from Jared, and although they had no idea where he had gone, it was ludicrous to be able to transform from a Fifth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator to a peak Eighth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator.

It was only when Montane Daemon made that comment did Cloud realize that Jared’s aura had indeed changed-that his cultivation level had ascended a lot.

“Mr. Chance, did you encounter something fortuitous?” Cloud asked, envious. This was, after all, an ancient battlefield. It would not be strange if Jared were to come across something wondrous or receive a blessing to increase his cultivation level that quickly.

Not too far away from them were Fayzon

weapons in this place. On the other hand, Jared had come across a miraculous event that

days since we’ve wandered around here, but we haven’t been able to find a way out. There are nothing but bones here, so how did you come across

was piqued. The few of them had been wandering in the area for days but had found nothing, and yet, Jared seemed to have encountered different things from

number of strange things around, though they aren’t in the same dimension as the one we reside in, so

parallel world with teleportation magecraft?” Montane Daemon pondered out loud with

immortals. Therefore, he could not help but wonder if

the same world, just in

Jared meant. “Mr. Chance, we’re trapped here. Without the ability to fly, we won’t be

the