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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe 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. 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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmconvergence of blood, Jared felt a growing weight on his shoulders as he walked through the water.
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.