Hadjar didn’t answer. To be completely honest, he’d believed that, after the Spirit Knight level was reached, by employing some insanely complex and difficult method, a person could then become an Immortal. He’d never even heard about the Lord level.
Demons and gods! Evening Stars!
He looked at the stone again and gulped nervously. How vast this world truly was and how long the path of cultivation!
“Now look.” Paris went over to Hadjar. He had the golden cup in his left hand and a long needle in his right. “I’ll take a bit of your blood, mix it with a special solution, and then mold it on the stone. I can understand the direction and depth of your talent according to the color of the hieroglyphs that appear. However, I need your consent.”
Hadjar looked at the stela, then at the Res
