Lahat ng Kabanata ng Life After Prison: Kabanata 2821 - Kabanata 2830

A name popped up in Severin's mind as he gazed at the scene unfolding before him. He gulped and felt a tingle creep over his scalp as he looked at the elderly figure in disbelief. "May I be so bold as to ask if you are the Green Emperor?" he ventured cautiously.The old man smiled with a warm and friendly demeanor reminiscent of an elderly next-door neighbour. "To think that there are still those who remember my name after countless epochs," he remarked with a smile.Severin felt as if a bombshell had been dropped on him upon hearing that revelation. The Green Emperor was none other than the legendary figure who had once led humanity in battles against savage beasts. The remnant soul that had manifested before Severin was none other than that the most powerful immortal of yore. The magnitude of the realization crashed over Severin like a tidal wave.Severin bowed deeply and said respectfully. "I am Severin Feuillet, a human. Greetings, Green Emperor," he intoned reverently.The Gre

Severin closed his eyes shut as he carefully appreciated the knowledge entering his consciousness. The Wood Emperor Immortal Art was an extraordinary technique that rivaled even the old wacko's Supreme Oneness Scripture. Both pathways allowed one to become a true immortal, but the Wood Emperor Immortal Art possessed one unique aspect—it had a profound emphasis on harnessing fundamental mana, molding one's very being through the laws of creation.Upon mastery, it enabled the user to wield the rule of time, fashioning it into the mighty river of time. Such techniques were unheard of within Bleurealm. As the imparting of knowledge subsided moments later, Severin opened his eyes gradually as he rose to offer a respectful salute to the Green Emperor. "Thank you for imparting this immortal art to me." Immortal scriptures were named as such because they were the zenith of techniques and offered practitioners the path to immortality. With the addition of that skill to his arsenal, Severin n

Severin held his breath and concentrated. His solar spirit came carefully into contact with the river that lay before him, and the relentless surge of time soon engulfed him. Severin like as if he was a small boat in the middle of a stormy sea, but he steeled his resolve against the fear and marshaled the rule of space to aid in his resistance against the torrent.Ripples of light radiated from his form and merged into divine chains that intertwined with the river of time. The very essence of the Rules of Heaven and Earth were then absorbed. To the observer, Severin appeared in a state of profound meditation, with his eyes sealed shut like a sage.A resplendent aura enveloping him, and the energy around him surged like a dragon bursting forth from the sea. His level five supreme paragon aura was swirling formidably in the void around.Beside him, the Green Emperor watched the scene with a sense of admiration. Though he was a mere fragment of his former self, his retained his keen in

Aftr receiving an unexpected opportunity from the Green Emperor, Severin was not one to overlook such generosity. Aside from the Wood Emperor Immortal Art, even a precious fragment of the River of Time had been bestowed upon him. That gift allowed him to finally master the rule of time, form a seed of that rule, and make further advances in his spiritual journey.Moreover, the way of space and time now formed an external invincible realm. It was a stronghold that not even a ninth-grade supreme paragon could escape from.Grasping the true meaning of the river of time was something only a true immortal could achieve, yet Severin was able to do that in addition to understanding the intricacies of time and space despite being a sixth-grade supreme paragon. Should opportunity favor him in the future, he might become the master of time and space.Although the river of time originated from the Green Emperor and merely mirrored the one in the Bleurealm instead of being the genuine article,

Severin was busy immersing himself in a rare moment of celebration when something brewed in the Primordial Sacred Through the towering mountains where mist wafted and spiritual herbs thrived in abundance, Baldwin—who sat atop the main seat—brooded in anger and frustration.Jaxon's forceful expulsion back at Northsea had foiled Baldwin's clandestine scheme and dashed his hopes of acquiring the Horra blood and essence. His plan was a very well thought-out one—as long as he ingested the essence and blood of Horra the half-immortal and combined it with the potent blood gathered from his previous arrangements, he could grant his trapped real body within the ancestral land a chance to break free from the seal. Even if that proved impossible, the infusion of power would bolster Baldwin's clone significantly.In the end, Baldwin's quest across Northsea's battlefield yielded results not even worth a mention—just two drops of the coveted half-immortal blood. His wrath nearly soared to infernal