Severin's wives were all sobbing. He had, after all, been away on a very long journey that lasted more than half a year. There was not a single news about him during that time, which never happened before.News of occurrences outside the sacred land were usually grim, reporting either the death of the Eastplain's half-immortals or the tragic defeat of Greatflare and the Northsea's half-immortals. They were deeply worried for Diane.With Severin finally coming back home and standing before her, Diane's mixed emotions of anguish and joy spilled out as tears. Severin caressed their cheeks and savored the scent of their silky long hair. He patted Diane on the shoulder and said softly, "I'm sorry I made you worry."His initial purpose for journeying to Eastplain was to deal with Xavier's corpse puppet and lend aid to the Padillas and the Estradas. When he reached there, he later sensed that the opportunity to reach immortality had arrived. So began his journey to explore the world, trave
The next morning, the spiritual mist dissipated gradually as spring rain descended gently on the ground. The sun's golden rays illuminated the sky and draped the earth in a radiant cloak of light.Within a rustic-looking wooden house on Enchanted Peak, Severin lay on a soft bed while caressing Diane's plump bosom with his fingers. Beside him was Diane, whose face glowed with a rosy hue almost resembling that of a peach blossom. Her breath carried undertones of a faint floral scent.Severin smirked at the women beside him who were all still pretending to be asleep.Diane, who was resting her head against his broad chest, pinched Severin's waist playfully and whispered hoarsely, "You're such a bad boy. Always tiring us out."Severin wrapped his arms around Diane's neck and murmured softly, "Only because I miss you all."Recalling their passion from the previous night, Diane's delicate frame trembled slightly as her snow-white neck turned crimson. She let out a soft huff and blinked
"Amazing. Is this what it feels like to be Lord of the Realm?" Severin licked his lips, intoxicated by the supreme power. The sensation of controlling the river of time and the fate of all living beings had its own unique allure. Nothing could elude his gaze or perception within his Small Thousand Worlds. All future outcomes were laid bare before him.As countless streams of data flooded his mind, Severin glanced at the burgeoning small world before him and lamented, "Perhaps, the so-called celestial regent that ranks higher than royal celestials also perceive the fate of all beings as a series of data, much like the path of heaven. Any past or future unfolds before their very eyes."At that moment, Severin understood why the Ancestora had been so fervent in becoming Bleurealm's lord—the process of refining Bleurealm was what allowed a Lord of the Realm to become a royal celestial. It was the sensation of superiority, of seeing the past and future of creatures laid bare before him, a
With the Small Thousand Worlds thriving perfectly fine, Severin did not see any reason to expand it for the time being.Ever since becoming a true immortal, he harbored a desire to extend the Small Thousand Worlds, yet conventional methods proved to be inadequate for the job. Only by continuously comprehending the laws of the three thousand rules and the consolidation of the realm's origins could allow the expansion to occur organically. Such an aspect mirrored closely the practices of true immortals in the real world—they too required an understanding of those laws.Severin remained relatively unconcerned over that. With the assistance of the Small Thousand Worlds, he had already manifested the rules and established many of them to small success, while others had fully developed to great success. He understood that progress would naturally follow as long as he continued to channel the power of heaven and earth within himself.Thanks to distinct training systems, Severin circumvente
Having turned into a true immortal thanks to the continued evolution of his Small Thousand Worlds and the gathering of the three thousand laws, Severin found it quite easy to transcend levels in flight. Just his initial level of attainment was more than enough for him to go against true immortals! His Inner World Skill was already strong at that moment, but advancing to royal celestial or even celestial regent might require an unprecedented amount of effort far beyond that of ancient and modern methods in terms of difficulty! Unsure how to turn his Small Thousand Worlds into Moderate Thousand Worlds, Severin lamented, "Well, we can only take things one step at a time."He shook his head to suppress his thoughts and quickly took out the Bluefire Throughspirit Liquid he received from Heath. The liquid was a greenish-blue hue, and the surface exuded a faint layer of glow from a flame. Those who were in close contact with it would feel a blazing hot temperature blowing toward one's face
In the heart of the Primordial Sacred Land within Midland, the Ancestora emerged from the void with an intimidating and expressionless visage. Over the past two days, he had embarked from Midland towards the eternal icefield with the intention of attacking Severin and consuming him.Upon reaching, however, he discovered that Severin had already left, and all that could be felt then was the lingering aura of the thunderbolt tribulation from Severin's recent ascent to true immortality. With Severin having attained true immortality, his celestial affinities shielded his whereabouts from the heaven and the river of time. Not even all the skills in the world could help the Ancestora locate him then!Fuming in frustration, the Ancestora cursed, "Curse him! He made a breakthrough to true immortality, vanishes into the void, and cloaks himself with the secrets of heaven! Could he have mastered the space path that ranks among the top ten?"Typically, the initial days following ascension were
The Ancestora would never reveal his trump card unless absolutely necessary. As it recalled the terrifying aura of the foreign demon, he could not help himself from trembling involuntarily despite his status as a true immortal. He shook his head vigorously and attempted to dispel the image from his mind. Glancing firmly at Fannerly and Ianzik one final time, his figure soon disappeared from thin air.Fannerly and Ianzik finally rose from the ground and wiped away the cold sweat from their brows. They spared no haste in attending to the disciples. Though they had no clue as to why the Ancestora had attacked the Grandiuno Sacred Land so suddenly, they did not dare to question his orders.Moments later, several airships soared from the headquarters of the Primordial Sacred Land, leaving him a trail of malevolent energy as they set their course to the Grandiuno Sacred Land. Beneath a sky cloaked in demonic aura, the figure of the Ancestora stood aloft, surrounded by the crimson radiance
As Severin drew closer to the Ancestora, their aura intensified and the pressure began to mount.When they were approximately ten miles apart, both parties halted. They eyed each other warily as radiant laws surrounded them like a vast ocean, sweeping across the thousand-mile expanse and dissolving into the boundless void.Emerging slowly from the shroud of malevolent aura, the Ancestora treaded upon the air and peered down with a sneer. "I've spent eras planning this. All have fallen into my design, yet you were the anomalous factor that achieved immortality ahead of schedule."There were many reasons behind the Ancestora's desire to kill Severin, but the sight of Severin standing toweringly with the radiance of a celestial being spurred a begrudging admiration from the Ancestora."Submit to me," the Ancestora declared, his expression oozing contempt and his tone remarkably indifferent. "Once I've reshaped this world and ascended as Lord of the Realm, I'll grant you a position abo