Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2275

Inside the training room, Severin gazed at the tri-colored lotus flower within his energy center and sensed the aura of destruction emanating from it. Joy and excitement surged through his heart. The Small Success of his Lotus Divine Attack had elevated his strength to a new pinnacle. With that additional trump card, Severin felt a newfound confidence to conquer the Starry Sky Battlespace.

The sect's ancient records or the wisdom shared by a few elders had warned him about the brutality of the Starry Sky Battlespace. In the thirteen states of Bleurealm, the three areas of Southsky, Westregion, and Eastplain were human settlements. Even the Infinia Icefield, despite its cold and desolate nature, hosted some life. Only the Starry Sky Battlespace stood apart from all the regions, as it was a forbidden realm where neither the living nor any semblance of life could survive.

That enigmatic expanse were the doings of ancient celestials. It was adorned with countless shattered rules and turbulent spaces. Even a paragon-level practitioner risked being cast into the endless void if they were not cautious. Nevertheless, where there was risk, there was reward. Within the Starry Sky Battlespace were secrets and peerless treasures that awaited those brave enough to seek them.

Rumors abounded that hidden within the Starry Sky Battlespace lay the secret to immortality. For tens of thousands of years, the path to becoming a celestial had grown increasingly obscure and difficult, yet countless supreme paragons had sought liberation from their earthly constraints to try and reach for immortality. Disciples from various sects delved into the Starry Sky Battlespace, aspiring to uncover the elusive secret. At the very least, they hoped to unearth treasures that could prolong their lives.

As the years progressed, the battles in the Starry Sky Battlespace intensified in both ferocity and ruthlessness. Though Severin's attainment had reached level two paragon level quicker than the younger generation of Southsky's disciples, he still faced a marginal gap when compared to the true disciples of the sacred land. Figures like the cherished sacred children of Midland's sacred lanor the divine scions of Eastplain's ancient aristocracy, or the prince of the Greatflare's dynasty were prodigies that far outmatched those from a smaller region like Southsky.

Realizing that his thoughts were drifting, Severin swiftly shook his head and wore a bitter smile. "Overthinking only adds more trouble."