“How dare you make a scene at Sacred Plaza?” the guard rasped. “This ground is the holiest in Celestia. No human cultivator will profane it.” “Holiest?” Jared chuckled, raised one finger laced with spiritual energy, and touched the ground. A golden spark leaped.

With a concussion like thunder, the plaza split open, a bottomless fissure veining outward in jagged webs. A terrifying aura seeped through.

The guard stumbled back, face bloodless. His spear clattered away. Terror filled his eyes. No Earthly Immortal Realm Level One cultivator could unleash power!

“Tell me if I’m worthy now,” Jared said, voice calm as falling ash.

Shaking, the guards sprang aside. “W-Worthy… Yes… Please—enter.” Yuliana watched, stunned. Jared was no pawn backed by hidden backers.

The modest cultivation level he displayed was a mask—and she had nearly judged him by it.

They stepped into Sacred Plaza. Chanting halted as every celestial cultivator turned.