It must be a rule-based power similar to the Eye of Truth.
"What about you?"
He retorted.
"I completed the first Quint-elent structure, solidified my bloodline on this basis, and gained an almost indestructible body."
Emil smiled, "But as you can see, my body is already broken, all vitality depleted in resisting the world rules."
"It’s truly ironic that a supposedly eternal body, like ti, has fatal flaws."
"Can one continue to level up after completing the Quint-elent structure?" A simple sentence revealed much information; such news couldn’t be heard elsewhere, Roger imdiately asked.
"Whether Tri-elent or Quint-elent, it’s most basic, just what you call them; in reality, the rules in high-energy worlds are more complete. Perhaps just entering the Fifth Tier, with slight reinforcent, you’ll possess power comparable to the Tri-elent."
"The quantity isn’t the focus; although it can bring so diversification, the ultimate path often depends on that sole one."
"The core rule I mastered is ford by five refined branch powers fused together. Though difficult, it helps solidify my foundation; when this step was completed, my soul tamorphosed, also reaching the Fifth Tier."
"Immortal?"
Here, Roger found a thod to enhance the soul through Bloodline Power.
"The so-called immortality is just a lie, immortality existing only in their self-world; without the body’s emotional fluctuations, what aning does immortality have?"
"But one must say that although their strength is slightly weak, becoming an Immortal is much easier, and under certain circumstances, those fellows are indeed terrifying."
Seemingly thinking of so frightening experience, "My body was destroyed under the siege of nine Immortals, also suffering an attack from a disciple."
"Heinris."
"There are eight such strong beings; they directly obey the Lord of the Mist, his most loyal disciples!"
"The Lord of the Mist has only souls; it’s said in every world’s outer Mist, his presence can be found."
"Though it’s just a legend, his power is undeniable, like he suddenly exists in this world."
"With countless soul avatars, for this reason, the Lord of the Mist can never be killed."
Knowing Roger cos from a low-energy world, Emil specifically elaborated more common information from the high-energy world.
Yet what caught Roger’s attention most was the rumor about avatars.
"With thousands of avatars, why does he need disciples?" Roger feigned doubt and asked.
"It’s said most tis, the Lord of the Mist is steeped in slumber; in the Silver Dragon Clan’s lore, many years ago, a terrible war erupted between the two sides."
"The Lord of the Mist aid to harvest souls, while the Supre Dragon Court upheld life, due to ideological differences, their battle was inevitable."
"It’s said back then, the Lord of the Mist also had a body, only to be destroyed by the Primordial Dragon; since then, with just the soul, though he grew weak needing slumber, he beca harder to kill."
"Under such circumstances, he needed soul avatars to comprehend the world’s changes."
Emil explained.
"What are the characteristics of his soul avatars?" Roger feigned an inadvertent question.
"Could those eight disciples around him be the so-called soul avatars?"
"Impossible." Emil shook his head.
"I’m not responsible for the pursuit of soul avatars; as the Lord of the Mist controls the highest level of soul power, without the Primordial Dragon’s protection, others are easily bewitched."
"In the Supre Dragon Court, there are mbers specifically tracking and hunting Mist avatars."
"They’re too mysterious; even I haven’t encountered them."
"But undoubtedly, being able to beco a Mist Hunter, they are the strongest individuals within the Supre Dragon Court, and among the few who can directly interact with the Primordial Dragon."
"Though I am one of the Twelve Dragon Envoys, the chance to interact with the Primordial Dragon is terribly rare, often hearing just a voice."
Emil said with slight regret.
"The Primordial Dragon... what kind of entity is it?"
Roger was curious, guessing it might be the capstone of all Transcendent forces in an entire plane.
"The great Primordial Dragon..."
Emil’s gaze turned hollow and bewildered, only after a long ti did he sigh.
"It is all."
After saying this, he fell into recollection, restoring only after a long ti.
"I thought I’d die here, until receiving your news from Kenneth; if the two of us cooperate, perhaps there’s a slim chance to escape."
"Immortals can’t co to the physical world, if soul power is strong enough, then here you’ll also have sufficient self-preservation."
Roger sized up Emil.
"Then your previous injuries..."
"Could it be that battle happened in the Soul Realm?" Roger was puzzled.
"No, it was in reality." Emil shook his head.
"In a certain sense, those Immortals have much longer lives than ours, but their immortality is entrapped, unless the entrapnt is lifted..."
"The Lord of the Mist?" Roger asked.
"Such a trivial matter still won’t alert the Lord of the Mist; in fact, in the eyes at that level, the real enemy might be only one."
"For similar situations, his eight disciples alone suffice."
Emil explained.
"They have ways to let Immortals leave the Soul Realm, advent to the physical world, directly engaging in battle!"
"Now that you’ve entered the Immortals’ sights, I think it won’t be long before you attract Heinris’s attention."
"If he cos here, you might confront a dozen or more Immortals."
"So many?"
Roger was secretly flabbergasted.
Even in peak tis, a dozen Immortals would certainly be a terrifying disaster.
"No need to worry, to draw Heinris’s attention should still take so ti; that guy’s strength is limited, if the two of us cooperate, we can wholly resist the Immortals he drives."
"Know that such advent isn’t limitless, the stronger the power, the more the quantity naturally."
"More importantly, if we simultaneously activate Bloodline Power, we can form a closed loop, resisting the world’s rules’ devouring for a long period."
"This is crucial."
"To leave here, our enemy isn’t Heinris, but this closed world."
"So let’s cooperate; once successful, I can recomnd joining the Dragon Court, although you’re not Dragonborn."
"The thod is indeed good." Roger nodded continuously.
"But my body isn’t here..."
"Damaged?" Emil frowned.
"Just in a place a soul can’t reach."
Emil’s expression slightly changed.
"Is it there?"
"It’s there."
"If there is a way to retrieve my body, then the next plan should proceed smoothly."
Roger suggested.
But Emil showed difficulty, before he could refuse, Roger waved his hand.
"Only benefits in saving ."
After saying, a faint glow flashed over him, soul connected to the body, in front of Hunter’s Cabin the lake made gentle ripples, a mass of life-filled Energy gushed from Roger’s palm.
Feeling this pure and unclaid aura, Emil uncontrollably bounced off the chair, his deeply furrowed old face almost distorted, disregarding his image, he pounced onto the table, body inclining forward, extending his longing palm.
"This... this vitality!"
His eyes almost leapt from their sockets, Emil stamred out two words.
"Give ..."
Where’s the noble image?
Where’s the elder’s deanor?
Though understanding Emil’s desire, seeing him in this state, Roger couldn’t help but shiver.
If you want it, ask properly, why stick your behind so high?
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