Life After Prison

Sian had a look of disgust as he observed the bluish-green fog surrounding him and sensed the countless creepy crawlies at his feet. Despite his repulsion, Sian followed his clan elder silently and suppressed his aversion to the area by focusing on the purpose of the expedition.

His expression darkened as he sensed the faint pain from the wound on his right arm and shoulder, coupled with the parasite-like swordwill embedded in the wound.

“Severin!” Sian muttered silently to himself, desiring nothing more than to tear Severin apart.

Ever since Severin severed his arm in the Artic Heights, Sian had become a subject of ridicule and mockery among Southsky’s practitioners. His pathetic escape had become the talk of the town.

Worse still, the lingering swordwill prevented his arm from being reattached, jeopardizing his prospects to make a breakthrough to paragon.

Had that not happen, then the resources in his clan and his innate talent would have propelled him to paragonhood long ago. It was a good thing then, that his family was able to discover an ancient text that detailed a possible way to reattach his arm.

Sian harbored a deep resentment toward Severin ever since what happened in the Artic Heights. The mere thought of his humiliation left him seething.

He gritted his teeth and vowed to make Severin pay when they met in the Starry Sky Battlespace.

He turned to the elder beside him and said, “Let’s make haste, Uncle Hasa. We need to locate the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Arm as fast as possible. I’ll need some time to get used to it before entering the Starry Sky Battlespace. I want nothing more than to let Severin taste defeat in my hands!” Hasa sensed Sian’s heightened determination and joyfully complied.

He recalled how Sian had spiraled into depression following the events at the Artic Heights. It had been difficult for Sian to accept that defeat, and he became a shadow of his former self.

All he did was lie about and take naps, or drink his sorrows away. The enthusiasm he had for attainment had since disappeared, and not even a breakthrough to level nine supreme saint with the use of those Breakthrough Pills was enough to rejuvenate his fighting spirit.

Many of the elders thus became worried that Siant would waste his brilliant potential if he were to continue being idle.

As a result, they arranged for the expedition into the Fierce Beast Mountain range as soon as they found out about the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Arm, hoping that his passion for attainment might return.

It was therefore a very pleasant surprise to see that Sian had returned to his old self even before the hand had been located!

Hasa smiled. “It’s good to see your enthusiasm! A single defeat isn’t much in the grand scheme of things. As long as we find the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Arm for you, you’ll be able to proceed smoothly to paragonhood! There’s still time for you to kill Severin in the Starry Sky Battlespace!”

Another elder with the attainment of a level two paragon echoed the sentiment. “Yes, Hasa is right! As they say, failure is the best teacher! You’re talented, and you have an element constitution. If you can regain your confidence and get over all these difficulties in your way, you can achieve many things after fusing with the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Arm.

Though the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Arm could not be considered to be a divine constitution, its strength could rival most divine constitutions.

After all, it was formed by the evil sacred land’s techniques, which are found only in Cesun and Lansbonrket.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Evil practitioners did not place much importance on natural talent, as those who had developed the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Arm could use it to absorb other people’s abilities for personal use. That was why many shunned the evil way of attainment.

The elders’ reassurance fueled Sian’s determination, and he could already imagine fusing with the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Arm and exacting revenge on Severin in the Starry Sky Battlespace!