Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2860

At the moment, there existed just over ten half-immortals within the entirety of Bleurealm—that included the Nine Sacred Lands and the Eight Ancient Families. Many of them had lingered at that stage for tens of thousands of years, having had to face insurmountable bottlenecks. That alone served as a testament to the formidable challenge of attaining true immortality.

Although Severin was just a level seven supreme paragon, the aura he possessed seemed to genuinely left Adrian feeling unsettled, as if there was a sense of intimidation coming from him. That being said, Adrian's appreciation and admiration for Severin continued to grow, prompting him to share his own experiences and insights on attainment until noon.

After Severin's ascension to level seven supreme paragon, the Grandiuno Sacred Land settled into peace and tranquility. Many of the major supreme paragons returned from their ventures beyond the sect's borders. Carson and Willette, who had overseen Greatflare had returned too. With half-immortals already joining the fray, having two level nine supreme paragons did not seem to have that much of an effect in defending Greatflare.

The tranquility lasted for about half a month until a terrifying aura swept across the realm, shaking the entirety of Midland and alarming the Grandiuno Sacred Land.

Severin glanced up from Enchanted Peak and fixed his gaze on the distant sky. A frown crept across his face as he observed the hazy purple mist drifting on the horizon.

"That's the direction of the Primordial Sacred Land..."

Inside the cave paradise of the Primordial Sacred Land, a ten-thousand-foot spiritual mist dissipated in an instant atop a small mountain peak. The peak was cloaked in shimmering immortal lights and a gathering of spiritual essence. Countless ripples of light stretched across the surrounding space, followed by the emergence of a vast expanse of majestic purple mist that seemed to colour the entire world purple.

An old man of medium height and slender build emerged from the training room on that mountain. Clad in a dark black gold-embroidered shirt, he donned a scarf and a jade belt as well as shoes etched with cloud patterns. Resembling a true immortal descending upon the mortal realm, the figure—surrounded with a purple and rosy light—emanated an aura of terror, with hundreds of rules coiling around him like intertwining dragons. A mere wave of his hand could manipulate the weather.