Its heat burned hot enough to melt the protective spiritual energy of a True Immortal Realm cultivator, yet within his spirit well, it remained completely still—like a sleeping phoenix.

Jared withdrew his spirit sense from the well and shifted his focus to his meridians.

Chaotic force flowed through them like streams of violet rivers. Wherever it passed, the fine cracks along the meridian walls repaired themselves one by one.

Under its steady nourishment, his body continued to grow stronger and more resilient. The raw power in his flesh alone was now enough to tear apart a True Immortal Realm Level Five opponent with his bare hands.

Then his attention turned to the Dragonslayer Sword.

It rested beside him, its scabbard plain and ancient. Fine cracks ran across the blade—scars left behind by the spatial storm.

Jared reached out, gripped the hilt, and sent a thread of chaotic force into the sword.