Nymeria gave a cold huff. “What an arrogant man.”

She turned to the three elders behind her. “Let’s go. We’re not letting them get ahead of us.”

Verdin hesitated for a beat but decided to follow Aziel’s group. In an unfamiliar place like this, tagging along with the powerful seemed wiser than wandering alone.

Jared remained still, quietly scanning the area. A faint smile crossed his lips. “Interesting…” he muttered under his breath, then walked forward.

This chaos dimension might’ve looked like a mess at first glance, but Jared could already detect faint patterns. His perception was keener than most, even sharper than those at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Five.

Deeper into the chaos, after about half an hour of walking, the mist began to lift. A crumbling stone platform emerged in front of them.

Atop it were three coffins. They were all blood-red, etched with strange, arcane runes.