Even though the old wacko had visited the Bleurealm and left certain knowledge behind, it would be a


    Herculean task for Severin to explore such an expansive territory. Severin decided to set that aside for


    now and turn his attention to practicing the Grandiuno Treasured Notes,


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    Two months passed in a sh. Severin emerged from his room with eyes glowing formidably like


    lightning. As he stood up, a crackling sound resonated throughout his body, and his lean form was now


    adorned with prominent muscles.


    Surrounded by an abundance of spiritual energy, each breath that Severin let out resembled arrows


    that shot into the green brick floor in front of him. The Grandiuno Treasured Notes‘ influence surged


    through his body, causing his cells to undergo a change that enhanced even the texture of his skin to a


    divine


    quality.


    His skin was delicately silky, and his body emitted a fragrance reminiscent of the immortals spoken of


    in


    legends.


    After conducting a mental assessment of his physical state, Severin was pleased with the oue and


    breathed a sigh of relief. The two–month seclusion was worth it. His physical strength had be


    The ability of a Supreme saint to transcend levels wasrgely dependent on factors such as the


    number of meridians opened, the constitution, skill proficiency, and spiritual treasure quality. With over


    a hundred.


    meridians opened, a Chaotic Constitution, and the mid–rank Scarletsky Sword that Severin had


    familiarized himself with, he believed that he could confidently confront a level six supreme saint.


    After snapping out of his senses, Severin got up and dered, “I’ve been training for more than two


    months now, so it’s time Ie out of seclusion.”


    As he stretched, his bones produced a crackling sound.


    He opened the door and entered the courtyard enveloped by Pearl Light Isle’s spirit–gathering array.


    Clouds and mist abounded, and the abundant spiritual energy had condensed to the point where the air


    was saturated with it.


    The thick fog created a fairnd–like appearance, made all the more beautiful by the sun’s rays. Any


    supreme saint who stood there could feel a sense of rity in their heart and lungs, all purified by the


    rich spiritual energy. If ordinary people lived there, they would be free from illnesses and remain in


    good


    health all the time..


    Severin was still admiring the ind’s scenery when Wuhlricht asked, “Have you ended your


    seclusion?”


    Wuhlricht, dressed in a in cyan training uniform, sat under arge tree in the courtyard while ying


    chess with Felipe.


    Severin observed their leisurely demeanor andmented, “You seem to have a lot of time on your


    hands. Don’t you need to train?”


    Severin had already gleaned some understanding of what was going on outside while he was training.


    The Pearl Light Isle token that Oskar provided allowed him to have a general sense of the ind. Over


    the past two months of his seclusion, Wuhlricht and the others were initially teeming with excitement.


    Once that waned, Diane and the girls went to seclusion while Wuhlricht and his group either


    disappeared for prolonged periods or yed chess.