A gorge.

Inside the Pentacarna Tower, Jared sat cross-legged, with purple chaotic force coiling around his body.

Only three days had passed in the outside world, but a full year had gone by inside the tower.

During that year, he kept his arcane arts in motion day and night, drawing spiritual power from the crystals to repair his damaged meridians and

flesh.

The Golden Dragon Bloodline’s ability to heal itself far surpassed that of ordinary people, but the injuries this time had been too severe.

The Tribunal Venerable’s holy radiance had carried the celestials’ supreme laws of the realm inside it.