Life After Prison

Chapter 2111
Severin’s breakthrough caused a huge stir within the sect, drawing several peak masters to Pearl Light Isle who were eager to
offer their congratulations and shower him with gifts. Countless other disciples erupted in exclamations and envious admiration-
his swift rise seemed to be the only thing they were talking about.
Some disciples who personally ventured into the Artic Heights’ ruins vividly recounted how Severin had vanquished his
opponents in the site of inheritance. Many disciples who had toiled for years but had yet to achieve anything significant viewed
Severin as a beacon of inspiration—a role model that they could aspire to achieve.
Meanwhile, the reactions of prodigies on the numerous floating islands were a mixed bag of joy and dejected.
Karl, the rumored reincarnation of an ancient force, initially simmered with frustration after his subordinate, Sandy, had failed to
secure the Sky-Soil Zenith. However, Karl had his own legacy, and thus did not blame Sandy for the setback.
However, Severin’s breakthrough made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. His pulled a long face and had an
extremely sour expression. “There are only two months left before the tournament. I can’t help but wonder if he’s just as
interested as everybody else in securing a place to visit Midland.”
Sandy’s failure did not dampen Karl’s spirit, as he was a reincarnation of a powerful royal paragon in his past life. Reincarnation
and attainment in the new life were merely stepping stones to achieving even greater heights, even divinity or immortality. Losing
an elite- quality spiritual treasure was unfortunate, no doubt, but it was a mere blip in the grand scheme of things.
It was Severin’s breakthrough that Karl found difficult to accept. He could not shake the unsettling fact that Severin had achieved
such swift advancement despite entering the sect just over half a year ago. One would be forgiven to assume that Severin might
be a monstrous prodigy in a past life.
Karl’s arrogance was replaced by a grim determination. He acknowledged Severin as a true peer and a worthy opponent.
As he retracted his gaze from the direction of Pearl Light Isle, Karl reached for a cup of spiritual tea and remarked, “I have no
qualms helping you if you wish to become the junior sect leader, but if your aspirations lie toward Midland, then I’d have no
choice but to nip that in the bud.”
The Grandiuno Sect’s position as the highest-ranking of Southsky’s four major sects hinged was due to the Grandiuno Sacred
Land, a force that had governed Midland for several millennia. Powerhouses and prodigies filled its ranks like a tank full of
sharks.

As a subordinate of the Sacred Land, only the top-tier geniuses of the Grandiuno Sect were granted the coveted opportunity to
train there. Oskar-despite his formidable prowess as a level eight royal paragon -had only managed to clinch second place in
previous years, securing him the role of sect leader at most.
Karl, as a reincarnated powerhouse, had much broader ambitions. He knew that Southsky was too small a place for a dragon to
flourish, yet even he was nothing but a slightly bigger fish in the shark tank that was Midland.
As a result, he coveted the opportunity at Midland and was determined to secure it. He was not prepared to let anyone challenge
his claim.
Inside the training room on Pearl Light Isle, Severin sat cross-legged caused such a stir at the sect. Two dragon-like wisps of
energy went back and forth around him, causing web-like cracks in the very fabric apace