A Man Like None Other

The old man waved dismissively. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. No need to thank me. However, the Celestial Stairway is merely a passage. As for how to reach the celestial realm or where you’ll end up, I’m afraid I have no control over that… At your current level, entering the celestial realm without a strong foundation would make survival quite difficult.”

Indeed, it would be a challenge for a rookie who had just entered the Immortal Realm to survive in the celestial realm.

“Thank you for the warning, sir,” Jared replied confidently. “But with my strength, survival in the celestial realm won’t be a problem. And with Mr. Flaxseed by my side, I’ll be even more prepared. I hope you’ll allow to join me in ascending to the celestial realm as well.”

Jared gestured toward Flaxseed, standing beside him.

The elder’s gaze shifted to Flaxseed, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. “Immortal’s bones? Are you a reincarnate?”

Flaxseed nodded. “Yes, I’ve been reincarnated five times. It’s only in this life that my memories have begun to resurface.”

The old man sighed, his expression filled with a mix of pity and curiosity. “Five reincarnations… What kind of grave mistake could you have made to endure such suffering?”

For immortals, even if their physical forms were destroyed, they had the ability to reshape their bodies through their divine souls. Alternatively, they could be sealed away, which would cause a significant drop in their cultivation level.

them, becoming a

a trial no immortal wished to face. And yet, Flaxseed had endured the

know Willow?” Flaxseed asked, his voice carrying a hint of

“Willow was the most aloof and enchanting fairy of level twelve. Many high-plane immortals descended to catch even the slightest glimpse of beauty, but rejected them

mine as well. Sadly, a thousand years ago, someone drugged and robbed of purity. After that, it was as

villainess. The jerk who dared to defile Willow’s purity is beyond despicable. At the time, countless

elder’s gaze grew distant, a cloud of nostalgia and regret enveloping as reminisced

to the elder’s tale,

told the “culprit” was none other than the man standing

stopped, his expression shifting. He narrowed his eyes at Flaxseed and asked suspiciously, “Could it be… You’re that

it all wrong. Willow willingly chose to

twisted the story. The rumor spread like wildfire, and soon everyone was after my head. In the end, I was

elder exclaimed, disbelief etched into every word. “Willow would never do such a thing. She was the epitome of purity