Life After Prison

Several hundred miles away from Sian, Severin held up his map and swiftly navigated the marked route. Along his journey, he confronted numerous ferocious beasts that were equivalent to level nine supreme saints.

Thankfully, he was strong enough to deal with them swiftly.

The Fierce Beast Mountain had been deemed a forbidden and perilous area in Southsky. Only practitioners who had nothing to lose or had no qualms risking their lives would venture deep into its depths.

Normal practitioners typically searched for spiritual treasures and medicinal herbs without going too far in, as further ventures would result in encounters with the toxic miasma as well as potential confrontation with beasts that could rival the practitioner’s strength.

Though the Fierce Beast Mountain provide a route to Midland, no one would be willing to go through all that trouble, especially as teleportation formations rendered such journeys obsolete.

He peered at the map and noticed that the destination was drawing near. A wave of relief and excitement came over him as he said, “We’re reaching soon.”

Despite his second-level paragon attainment, Severin could not shake his fear of the Fierce Beast Mountain. The prospect of encountering a beast with the strength of a royal paragon made the entire venture fraught with danger, thus necessitating constant vigilance.

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A valley cloaked in green toxic mist soon appeared on the horizon, and its expansive canyon-with steep cliffs and crisscrossing ravines―seemed like a gaping wound that had been inflicted on the earth.

As he pinpointed the potential location of the spiritual flame and prepared to make his descent, Severin detected signs of a battle from the valley. A raging roar soon followed, causing a hole to form in the poisonous mist.

“Someone must be there…” Perplexed by what he saw, Severin steadied himself and remained alert to his surroundings. He extended his divine consciousness and probed through the opening in the poisonous mist. He was soon able to identify the source of the battle.

A humanoid-snake around ten feet tall, covered in green scaly armor, and exuding an aura of a paragon-level practitioner was engaged in a battle with about a dozen people.

Severin’s face grew serious as he realized that someone had reached the place ahead of him. While he observed the battle, he recognized a familiar face among the group of humans.

“Sian?!” Severin muttered to himself in surprised.

He had noticed that the word ‘Gahrr’ was printed on their robes and realized that they were from the Gahrrs. “They must all be from the Gahrrs then.

He felt a mix of surprise and helplessness at how small the world was, and how much of a coincidence it was that he would chance upon Sian in the Fierce Beast Mountain.

Severin’s tense nerves relaxed a little once he discerned that the strongest among the Gahrrs was only a level two paragon. If he had to face level four or level five paragon, he might be forced to flee for his life.

As he regained focus, a yell came from the valley and rang in his ears. “Who’s spying on us? Show yourself!”