Elder Adam returned to his cultivation mountain in utter disbelief.
The wind howled across the ancient peaks, tugging at his robes, yet his heart was far from calm.
Riley's words still echoed in his mind—each one absurd, impossible, and yet… undeniable.
He had watched his third disciple grow from a strong king with weak spiritual roots into a cultivator whose presence now felt deeper and more unfathomable than the heavens themselves.
When Riley had unveiled that treasure—a radiant, pulsing artifact that seemed to breathe with divine energy—Adam's world had turned upside down.
That was no ordinary spiritual tool, nor a relic forged by mortal hands.
It was an immortal treasure, a thing spoken of only in legends, said to contain the essence of the Dao itself.
And Riley had not only obtained it, but had used it to ascend beyond mortality.
For a brief, shameful moment, greed coiled like a serpent in Elder Adam's chest.
