Could it be that generating the power of faith required an external force? Adrian recalled that when he had previously created the power of faith, it had been relatively effortless and without any special conditions.Feeling uncertain, Adrian decided to shift his focus to another task: exploring the nearby deep sea. He was not willing to stay on Lumia Isle indefinitely. He also sensed that Clyde was wary of him. Despite Clyde’s apparent gratitude, Adrian knew that once Clyde had the opportunity in three years, he would likely target him.However, Adrian needed to assist Clyde because he required a three-year buffer period himself. Establishing a well-developed celestial vein was very challenging, and Adrian needed to completely detach himself from human society.In other words, Adrian saw Lumia Isle as a temporary residence. He hoped to build his cave in international waters or even underwater to avoid detection by human immortals. Transplanting too many celestial veins could attract
Thus, every fifty, one hundred, one hundred fifty years, like clockwork, beast swarms would erupt. This pattern was beneficial for both humans and dark beasts.For humans, each great battle allowed them to kill dark beasts in bulk, leading to significant increases in strength. Many factions rose to prominence during these times. For example, Celesta Rain Island, which had been founded a thousand years ago, became stronger through multiple dark beast swarms. Strengthening a faction, especially one with inherited family power, was a rare achievement.Recently, there was a new rumor that an enormously large beast swarm would occur after one thousand years. The number of dark beasts, having accumulated over the years, would reach an unmanageable level, prompting an unprecedented swarm.Not long ago, after the firmament shattered, many dark beasts spontaneously formed swarms and began attacking the Southern Forest. Adrian had witnessed this firsthand, but recently this phenomenon had dis
Adrian found himself inexplicably dragged into the group of five. Now, he could only count himself unlucky. The saying "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" came to mind. Although he didn’t intend to show them any kindness, he had to admit that they needed each other as the supreme level-nine immortal they faced was a formidable foe.The tanned man chuckled and said, “Three hundred years ago, we were all one. This dark immortal is a remnant from the ancient past, a traitor to human immortals. We share a common enemy, don’t we?”Adrian remained silent. With a dark immortal in their midst, cooperation was essential. These immortals had long fallen from grace and some were even addicted to alchemy. After becoming dark immortals, they turned bloodthirsty and cruel, taking pride in their demonic nature. They had severed their limbs and, in extreme cases, replaced their organs with those of dark beasts, believing it to be the essence of gaining power. While this gave them temporary strength
In an instant, the six of them split up and headed in different directions. Adrian calculated that, due to the suppression of strength, the supreme level-nine immortal was ahead and that the Draco Veinergy algorithm seemed unstable.After deep thought, Adrian realized the deep sea was his only chance. The Draco Veinergy offered no hints about his fate, as if it were obscured. He had no choice but to flee deeper into the open sea, and it felt as though he was retracing his steps.Adrian and the others escaped from the narrow gap. Fortunately, the supreme level-nine immortal had positioned himself in the direction of leaving the open sea, so Adrian’s actions did not attract his attention.The open sea was a stronghold for dark immortals, so they weren’t worried that Adrian wouldn’t find his way deeper. After a brief hesitation, the supreme level-nine immortal decided to deal with the other five first.Adrian was being pursued by only one person. Fortunately, this pursuer wasn’t a sig
If Adrian were hit even once, he would certainly be gutted, but he wasn’t afraid of the sinister man. He mockingly said, “You’re a disgusting thing. You’re neither human nor beast.”“Hmph, such bravado. Luckily, dead men don’t feel disgust!”The sinister man’s hands twisted, and his claws began to glow. In an instant, his wolf arm grew twice as thick. Finally, he could grasp the celestial sword with his bare hands.Adrian struggled and shouted, “Fog Barrier!”He activated the fog barrier, obscuring the sinister man’s vision within a 1.6-kilometer radius. Adrian waited for this moment. Though every attack failed to injure the sinister man, Adrian noticed that the black mist around him was thinning with each strike. He provoked the dark immortal, who, driven by madness, sought to resolve the battle through brute force. While madness greatly increased a dark immortal's strength, it impaired their judgment.Like a rabid dog that only knew to bite and temporarily loses consciousness, t
"A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!" the sinister man roared, sensing the insult in Adrian's tone."You're a warrior? Speak up, or you'll lose your left arm too. I don't have the patience to waste time on you. If you still don't talk, dying will be the least of your worries. However, if you do speak, maybe I'll be in a good mood and spare you," Adrian said temptingly."Will you really spare me if I talk?" the sinister man asked, desperation tinged with a glimmer of hope. Betraying the young master might lead to a dire fate, but at least he might save his own life."That depends on what you tell me," Adrian replied with a faint smile.The sinister man hesitated, looked around to ensure no one was nearby, and then said, "I hope you'll keep your promise. I'll talk."Adrian said nothing more, his gaze urging the man to stop stalling and speak quickly.Sighing, the sinister man admitted, "We are dark immortals. The dark immortals are not attached to any faction or forces. Our
"We've been chasing them throughout the sea for several days and were about to finally capture everyone, but you were an unexpected addition," the sinister man said, finding it somewhat amusing that Adrian's capture was a twist of fate.Adrian replied, "Since it was an accident and you knew it was, and yet still chased me mercilessly, you must have had very cruel intentions. There must be something rare in that cave.""Yes, indeed. There seems to be some kind of technique but I don’t know the specifics." The sinister man forced out a flattering smile, which repulsed Adrian.Adrian sighed. "In that case, I'm going to kill you.""Why?" The sinister man was horrified. "You promised me. Why go back on your word? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"Adrian only smiled coldly. "I said that it all depended on what you say.""But I’ve told you everything. Was there anything unsatisfactory about what I said?" The sinister man was puzzled. He had answered every question but knew very
Adrian began to question the meaning of it all. He had unwittingly become a part of the immortal world, where maintaining his integrity amidst fierce competition was often a luxury. Originally from Earth, his hands were now stained with blood. On the path of training, there was no kindness to be found. He had initially been resistant to killing—even dark beasts—following the philosophy, "If you don't provoke me, I won't provoke you." Yet, he found himself increasingly forced into situations where, even if he did not provoke others, they would still come after him.Over the years, Adrian's inner conflict had transformed into wielding his sword decisively, a transformation that took hundreds of years. "What am I training for?" He began to question. The bloodshed on this path far outweighed the kindness he had received.After killing the dark immortals, Adrian found himself becoming emotional and doubtful about his path of training and the value of his existence. Every immortal faced th