Severin exhaled deeply and opened his eyes in joy. He controlled his breathing at once, lest the


    surging power within him raze the training room to the ground. Soon, he got up and did a stretch,


    whereupon a crackling sound erupting from his body as countless little glowing embers seemed to float


    off his skin.


    Severin then clenched his fists and savored the overwhelming power coursing through his body. He


    smiled to himself as he savored the energy flowing within him. “I’m now a level nine supreme saint, and


    it was quite surprising that I developed a trace of the power of heaven and earth. It probably won’t be


    long until I be a royal paragon,” he murmured with a smile on his lips.


    His breakthrough should not be underestimated. Even in a sect as big as the Grandiuno Sect, there


    were few who reached level nine supreme saint. Those people were either core disciples or esteemed


    elders. Many others would spend their lives stuck at level eight, where they would stagnate until they


    drew their veryst breath.


    Severin was much younger than many of them, yet he had already surpassed a great 90 percent of the


    sect. Since his previous abilities were strong enough for him to face Uzair and Sian with confidence, it


    was only natural that he would feel a bubbling excitement for his newfound strength after his


    breakthrough.


    As he got up and prepared to step out of the training room, he reined it his excitement and took a deep


    breath to gather hisposure. The first people he saw were Diane, Gilda, and She, with Felipe,


    Wuhlricht, and Selene observing him quietly not too far away.


    Diane and the girls were the first toe up to him and offer him their congrattions.


    “Congrattions on bing a level nine royal saint!” said Gilda, who moved gracefully toward him in


    her white


    “You’re making so much progress that we probably won’t be able to catch up to you anymore!” Diane


    remarked with admiration. In contrast to Gilda’s white robe, she wore a ck one that was embroidered


    with golden clouds and seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.


    She and Sofia echoed Diane’s sentiment and nodded in agreement.


    “Yeah!”


    Severin could only chuckle as he looked at his excited wives and reached out to hold Gilda’s fair hand.


    “It’s just a breakthrough,” he remarked, “Is it really necessary to make such a fuss about it?”


    The girls all rolled their eyes yfully. To ordinary practitioners like them, reaching level nine was an


    almost unimaginable feat. Even level five was a distant dream for most, one that was attainable only


    through talent and logic-defying opportunities.


    Severin, meanwhile, was already on the cusp of bing a paragon even though he had just joined


    the sect not too long ago.


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    Wuhlricht and the former Skyblue Sect elders who were hovering around the level three themselves,


    felt a pang of envy. Unlike Severin’s wives, the men had made great strides recently, surpassing many


    of their peers who had entered the sect about the same time as they did. They would probably be able


    to reach level four supreme saint in a few months.


    Inpassion to Severin, however, they were worlds apart. A sigh escaped Wuhlricht’s lips as a


    mixture of admiration and frustration swirled within him. “Guess that’s what you call a divine


    constitution!”