The golden and black lights clashed vigorously in mid-air, creating a massive vortex of energy.
The surrounding air was torn into nothingness by the vortex, and the lake water was drawn away from the lakebed, revealing the dark mud beneath.
Glass City’s city defense formation trembled violently from the energy, and spatial rifts even began to emerge in the sky.
***
While Jared was engaged in a fierce battle with Godric, Nymeria had swiftly returned to Bloodbane Palace. She wanted Dincelius to leave his solitary training and put a stop to Godric’s actions.
Regardless of whether Godric could kill Jared or not, the outcome would deal a heavy blow to Bloodbane Palace.
If Godric were to be killed by Jared, Bloodbane Palace would lose a formidable cultivator. On the other hand, If Godric were to kill Jared, then Bloodbane Palace would have offended an unknown and formidable foe.
No matter the outcome, Bloodbane Palace wouldn’t benefit from it at all.
Nymeria knelt in front of a secret room, shouting at the top of lungs. “Father, Father…”
In no time, the secret room opened gradually, and out walked a benevolent-looking, white-haired, and white-bearded elderly man clad In a traditional robe.
“Meria, why did you call me out from my solitary training so urgently?” Dincelius Hoff asked.
“Father, Bloodbane Palace is in trouble…” Nymeria described the situation to in detail.
However, Dincelius’ expression remained surprisingly calm even when heard of Jack’s and Eustace’s deaths.
“How could a brat at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Three possess such strength? And even managed to shatter Radmus’ Illusory shadow? That’s very audacious of him…” Dincelius narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Father, that’s why I suspect Jared has a terrifyingly powerful force backing him…” Nymeria said.
Dincelius wore a faint smile. “How terrifyingly powerful could it be? At most, it’d be a force from level three. I could go to level three at anytime If I wanted to.”
“Why haven’t you, then?” Nymeria asked with a hInt of confusion.
“I prefer to stand out from a mediocre crowd than to be a nobody among an exceptional crowd. On level two, we’re one of the best forces, but once we head to level three, we’ll no longer be in the big leagues,” Dincelius explained.
“So that’s how it is!” Nymeria nodded in understanding.
“Tell me more about Jared,” Dincelius ordered.
Nymeria began, “Father, even though Jared is only at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Three, his strength is probably on par with those at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six, maybe even those at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Seven. Moreover, owns many magical items. The sword wields must be a valuable treasure…”
After a moment of pause, continued, “Also, he’s skilled in array craft, quite impressively so. Moreover, was the only one who had gotten treasures from the ancient ruins, which were two coffins and two samurai statues…”
“Those two samurai statues only attacked other people in the ancient ruin; they never attacked him. So, I suspect that has a unique bloodline, and must have a powerful force backing up. Otherwise, he’d never dare disrespect us…” Nymeria made a thorough analysis. Anyhow, felt that Jared was no ordinary man.
“Level three?” Dincelius furrowed his brows slightly. “But he’s just a cultivator at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Three. He wouldn’t be able to enter level three!”
“Father… I’m not entirely sure myself, but the sword he’s wielding is definitely not something anyone from levels beneath level three could possess. The sword seemed to be infused with a unique bloodline, and it was brimming with spiritual energy…”
“It was clear that it possessed a sword spirit with its own consciousness. It’s possible that Jared came from a place of a higher realm, and ended up at a level beneath level three due to some special reasons.”
In Nymeria’s mind, Jared had to be an extraordinary man with a powerful identity and background.
As for why others could only see his cultivation level being at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Three, speculated there might be other reasons.
“Maybe your analysis is correct… Lead the way…” Dincelius nodded in agreement.
Soon, their figures gradually faded away.
