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
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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. Realization dawned on him that what
seemed like the faintly red seawater was actually blood.
Jared imagined the gruesome scene from the past-the clash of swords, the chaos of magecraft, and
the collision of magical items.
As people perished, blood spurted out and blended with the water, gradually forming a pool that took
on the appearance of a spirit spring.
"This is literally a pool of blood!" Jared was utterly stunned. Upon realizing that the pool was formed
from the convergence of blood, Jared felt a growing weight on his shoulders as he walked through the
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The middle-aged man elegantly submerged himself in the water. Upon observing this, Jared hesitated
momentarily before entering the depths below.
Beneath the water, Jared remained close behind the middle-aged man. Soon, a milky-white object
emerged in Jared's field of vision.
Upon closer inspection, Jared discerned that it was a colossal egg adorned with intricate patterns,
which radiated a formidable presence.
"Sir, is this colossal egg the gift you mentioned?" Jared asked in puzzlement.
"Yes. This is my gift to you. Do know what kind of egg this is?" the middle-aged man asked. Jared
shook his head and then moved closer to the enormous egg. He extended his hand to make contact
with it, all the while using his spiritual sense to gain insight into its contents.
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed when he noticed Jared's action. He then hastily
pulled him back.