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.”
Having absorbed the draconic energy, 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 him!
Furthermore, with Montane Daemon present, Jared believed that if Fayzon were to attempt to kill him, Montane Daemon would not simply stand idly by.
“Let's go,” the middle-aged man said. “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 years.”
After speaking, the middle-aged man took slow steps toward the spirit spring.
“Sir, how is it possible for a spirit spring to exist in the Night Sea, and why is it hidden beneath this small island? It's so strange.” Jared, who followed closely, could not help but ask upon seeing the spirit spring with its faint red water.
“Spirit spring?” The middle-aged man paused, then glanced at the pale red water. He 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 spring.”
“A pool of blood?” Jared uttered in disbelief, widening his eyes.
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