Severin nodded subtly as Francis entered the formation. His gaze lingered on the disappearing figures of the prodigies before he redirected his attention elsewhere.
The formation ahead permitted only those above level six paragon to enter. Anyone below that level would find themselves barred from entry. Despite Severin's formidable combat skills, he understood the formidable challenge. That would lay be before him. The competition among a dozen level seven paragons would undoubtedly be a clash of titans, and any practitioner lacking in strength might well face demise when they enter.
Having decided not to enter, Severin glanced around and spotted a small palace hovering in the void several miles away. He made the immediate decision to set off toward it.
With the competition for the True Immortal's essence expected to last over half a month, Severin felt that it would be a waste of time to just watch the battle. It would be much wiser to focus on mastering the Supreme Oneness Scripture to at least Beginner proficiency.
Armed with this sacred text inherited from the Old Wacko, Severin believed that there would still be hope for his celestial aspirations. As he also possessed the Chaotic Constitution, pairing that with the scripture that the Old Wacko gave him would allow Severin's foundation to surpass many paragon heirs and divine heirs.
With his course of action firmly charted, Severin left. Those who witnessed his depature began to mock him.
"Haha, I never thought I'd see Severin leave with his tail between his legs."
"He's overestimating himself if he thinks he can compete for the True Immortal's essence."
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