Severin’s breakthrough caused a huge stir within the sect, drawing several peak masters to Pearl Light


    Isle who were eager to offer their congrattions and shower him with gifts. Countless other disciples


    erupted in exmations and envious admiration-his swift rise seemed to be the only thing they were


    talking about.


    Some disciples who personally ventured into the Artic Heights’ ruins vividly recounted how Severin had


    vanquished his opponents in the site of inheritance. Many disciples who had toiled for years but had yet


    to achieve anything significant viewed Severin as a beacon of inspiration—a role model that they could


    aspire to achieve.


    Meanwhile, the reactions of prodigies on the numerous floating inds were a mixed bag of joy and


    dejected.


    Karl, the rumored reincarnation of an ancient force, initially simmered with frustration after his


    subordinate, Sandy, had failed to secure the Sky-Soil Zenith. However, Karl had his own legacy, and


    thus did not me Sandy for the setback.


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    However, Severin’s breakthrough made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. His pulled a


    long face and had an extremely sour expression. “There are only two months left before the


    tournament. I can’t help but wonder if he’s just as interested as everybody else in securing a ce to


    visit Mind.”


    Sandy’s failure did not dampen Karl’s spirit, as he was a reincarnation of a powerful royal paragon in


    his past life. Reincarnation and attainment in the new life were merely stepping stones to achieving


    even greater heights, even divinity or immortality. Losing an elite- quality spiritual treasure was


    unfortunate, no doubt, but it was a mere blip in the grand scheme of things.


    It was Severin’s breakthrough that Karl found difficult to ept. He could not shake the unsettling fact


    that Severin had achieved such swift advancement despite entering the sect just over half a year ago.


    One would be forgiven to assume that Severin might be a monstrous prodigy in a past life.


    Karl’s arrogance was reced by a grim determination. He acknowledged Severin as a true peer and a


    worthy opponent.


    As he retracted his gaze from the direction of Pearl Light Isle, Karl reached for a cup of spiritual tea and


    remarked, “I have no qualms helping you if you wish to be the junior sect leader, but if your


    aspirations lie toward Mind, then I’d have no choice but to nip that in the bud.”


    The Grandiuno Sect’s position as the highest-ranking of Southsky’s four major sects hinged was due to


    the Grandiuno Sacred Land, a force that had governed Mind for several millennia. Powerhouses


    and prodigies filled its ranks like a tank full of sharks.


    As a subordinate of the Sacred Land, only the top-tier geniuses of the Grandiuno Sect were granted


    the coveted opportunity to train there. Oskar-despite his formidable prowess as a level eight royal


    paragon -had only managed to clinch second ce in previous years, securing him the role of sect


    leader at most.


    Karl, as a reincarnated powerhouse, had much broader ambitions. He knew that Southsky was too


    small a ce for a dragon to flourish, yet even he was nothing but a slightly bigger fish in the shark


    tank that was Mind.


    As a result, he coveted the opportunity at Mind and was determined to secure it. He was not


    prepared to let anyone challenge his im.


    Inside the training room on Pearl Light Isle, Severin sat cross-legged caused such a stir at the sect.


    Two dragon-like wisps of energy went back and forth around him, causing web-like cracks in the very


    fabric apace