Watching the old man depart, the High-tier Soul Intent Ranger seethed, but there was nothing he could do now.
About ten minutes later, Clever released the High-tier Soul Intent Ranger from his restraints and said coldly, "Once you enter our country, remember to behave yourself. If you only start regretting it when death is upon you, it will be too late."
The High-tier Soul Intent Ranger looked at Clever, suppressed his anger, and lowered his head. "Thank you for telling me."
"Get lost."
Clever waved his hand as he spoke, as though shooing away a fly.
Seeing this, the High-tier Soul Intent Ranger did not linger and gave chase to the north.
He had put so much into finding that old bastard. If he backed down now, he would suffer a huge loss.
No matter what, he had to seize the item the old man carried.
Meanwhile, after leaving the Islet Count's Territory, the old man first repeated his earlier trick, creating a double to continue north while his real body hid, waiting for the right moment.
Deep underground, the old man sensed that familiar aura receding but did not move. He treated himself as a stone and remained where he was.
At midnight on December 31, year 9825 of the Radiant Calendar, Velin sat atop the bedchamber and looked up at the sky. In another hour, this land would fully merge into Reality Space.
Then, the barrier separating Reality Space from this land would disappear, and the shackles suppressing those of the Legendary Tier would vanish without a trace.
With the restrictions imposed by the rules, they could still rely on their accumulated foundations to hold their own against those Legendary powers.
Once the rules disappeared, everything would be an illusion before the absolute might of those of