Following behind him, Evelyn grew more unsettled with every step. Before long, even the climb itself started to feel unreal.

She realized Jared’s understanding of wards had reached a level that shouldn’t have been possible.

No matter how flawless those formations appeared, there was always a tiny flaw in front of him.

And every single time, he found it—slipping through with ease, as if the lightning beams that could kill even High Immortal Realm experts were nothing more than a light breeze brushing his face.

Even when he brushed the edge of a formation, all he did was flick a finger.

The violent lightning that should have erupted instantly bent away like a tamed snake, curling around them before crashing into an empty stretch in the distance and kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Young Lord, h-how are you this familiar with the Celestial Basilica’s wards?”