The Almighty Dragon General

Logically, Saachi who was now an elder within the Daemonium Sect, should have apprehended James and delivered him to the sect to raise her standing. Nonetheless, the weight of her past emotions weighed down her conscience. James had rescued her once before, an act of kindness that she remembered deeply. Consequently, she made the decision to part ways there and then.

James’ expression turned solemn. He had thought Waleria was deceased, arriving here solely to confirm this grim fact. Now, upon discovering that she was actually alive, he found himself hesitating. He was undecided whether to undertake a rescue mission.

After thorough contemplation, he decided to refrain from acting impulsively. Being aware that the Daemonium Sect harbored numerous powerhouses, intervening could lead to an uncertain outcome. Therefore, he chose to bide his time within the universe, searching for a peaceful planet.

Once he settled upon a serene location, his plan was to cultivate in seclusion for a while waiting for the Daemonium Sect to make their move. When they eventually lead Waleria to unlock the Yhala Realm, only then would he gauge the possibility of her rescue.

formations around the mountain. He seated himself beneath a towering tree atop its peak. Before him materialized an assortment of Empyrean herbs, the tokens bestowed upon him during his guise as Herman. While

aim now was to elevate his bloodline and reach the pinnacle of the Caelum

attaining this level, he hoped to employ the Supernatural Power recorded in the Blood Mantra and undo the restrictions placed upon him. Time formations were

limit to raising one’s bloodline power. Unlike cultivating Paths, one’s comprehension was

This particular Empyrean herb exuded a formidable force, merging entirely with James’ body. A faint of blood light radiated from his body surface, shimmering brilliantly. The Empyrean herb was completely assimilated in a short moment. Within James’ body, his bloodline power surged

deeply. “Whether I can break the seal left by the

surged. With each surge, magical inscriptions and texts manifested within his blood, forming ethereal blades. These blades swiftly slashed at