Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

Chapter 2112
Severin exhaled deeply and opened his eyes in joy. He controlled his breathing at once, lest the surging power within him raze
the training room to the ground. Soon, he got up and did a stretch, whereupon a crackling sound erupting from his body as
countless little glowing embers seemed to float off his skin.
Severin then clenched his fists and savored the overwhelming power coursing through his body. He smiled to himself as he
savored the energy flowing within him. “I’m now a level nine supreme saint, and it was quite surprising that I developed a trace of
the power of heaven and earth. It probably won’t be long until I become a royal paragon,” he murmured with a smile on his lips.
His breakthrough should not be underestimated. Even in a sect as big as the Grandiuno Sect, there were few who reached level
nine supreme saint. Those people were either core disciples or esteemed elders. Many others would spend their lives stuck at
level eight, where they would stagnate until they drew their very last breath.
Severin was much younger than many of them, yet he had already surpassed a great 90 percent of the sect. Since his previous
abilities were strong enough for him to face Uzair and Sian with confidence, it was only natural that he would feel a bubbling
excitement for his newfound strength after his breakthrough.
As he got up and prepared to step out of the training room, he reined it his excitement and took a deep breath to gather his
composure. The first people he saw were Diane, Gilda, and Sheila, with Felipe, Wuhlricht, and Selene observing him quietly not
too far away.
Diane and the girls were the first to come up to him and offer him their congratulations. “Congratulations on becoming a level
nine royal saint!” said Gilda, who moved gracefully toward him in her white
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“You’re making so much progress that we probably won’t be able to catch up to you anymore!” Diane remarked with admiration.
In contrast to Gilda’s white robe, she wore a black one that was
embroidered with golden clouds and seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.
Sheila and Sofia echoed Diane’s sentiment and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah!”
Severin could only chuckle as he looked at his excited wives and reached out to hold Gilda’s fair hand. “It’s just a breakthrough,”
he remarked, “Is it really necessary to make such a fuss about it?”
The girls all rolled their eyes playfully. To ordinary practitioners like them, reaching level nine was an almost unimaginable feat.
Even level five was a distant dream for most, one that was attainable only
through talent and logic-defying opportunities.
Severin, meanwhile, was already on the cusp of becoming a paragon even though he had just joined the sect not too long ago.
Wuhlricht and the former Skyblue Sect elders who were hovering
around the level three themselves, felt a pang of envy. Unlike Severin’s wives, the men had made great strides recently,
surpassing many of their peers who had entered the sect about the same time as they did. They would probably be able to reach
level four supreme
saint in a few months.
In compassion to Severin, however, they were worlds apart. A sigh escaped Wuhlricht’s lips as a mixture of admiration and
frustration swirled within him. “Guess that’s what you call a divine constitution!”