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In the current situation, Garen had limited choices.
One option was to return to Immortal City to find Han Yun, while the other was to locate Tastandin. However, both options were theoretical; only the latter was truly feasible.
The reason was simple: the temporal order of Immortal City was Chaos. Upon re-entering, Garen could not be certain of which time point he would arrive at. If it were decades or even a century after he had stepped onto the Purple Bridge, then everything he had done would lose its significance.
Moreover, even if he found Han Yun, Garen would not be able to bring him out.
Whenever Garen thought of Master Yi's twisted face, he felt a surge of anxiety. Although there was no substantial evidence, Garen always sensed that there was an inseparable connection between Master Yi and Han Yun.
This connection likely stemmed from Tastandin.
Since Tastandin had the ability to escape Immortal City and even harness the power of Eternity, he must have a way to resolve everything. In any case, Garen needed to find him as soon as possible.
Garen was certain that Tastandin would head to Dead Man's Gorge.
He would exert every effort to evade Garen while simultaneously choosing a place where he could rapidly increase his power. Clearly, the only location that met both conditions was Lost Land. However, given the high danger level of Immortal City, Tastandin had no choice left but to go elsewhere.
After advancing to the Third Tier level, Garen's speed of movement had significantly increased.
He could feel that a qualitative change had occurred within his Bloodline. Regardless of the race, Bloodline was an unchanging theme in Eternity. The realm of Third Tier represented a substantial enhancement of Bloodline; typically, those who advanced were considered secondary Third Tier. Only those who completed Bloodline activation could be deemed as quasi-Third Tier. As for the top-tier super Third Tier experts, they needed to comprehend the true meaning within their Bloodline.
In this regard, Garen was quite fortunate because the Blood Power from Seydon Solomon did not require activation due to its relationship with Embrace. Furthermore, having come into contact with Berfant, that drop of blood had already merged into his Bloodline. As for the remaining two types of Fighting Spirit, they inherently belonged to a form of Rune Power. Given Garen's understanding of Rune Power, he could already be considered at a super Third Tier level.
However, now all of Garen's power has merged into one. To truly ascend to the Third Tier, he must enhance his overall strength.
It can be said that Garen, having fused these powers, no longer has any weaknesses. At his level, no one can stand against him, except in terms of skills.
Garen's promotion this time was quite abrupt; the skills provided by the System had not kept pace and were still at the First Level and Second Rank.
However, this is not a significant issue. After advancing to the Third Tier, Garen can feel his own power firsthand and no longer needs to rely on skills for enhancement. Even a basic First Level combat technique in Garen's hands can unleash the power of a near-Third Tier attack.
In just half a day's time, Garen arrived at his destination.
Before him lay the massive Gloomy Gorge, spanning four mountain ranges, shrouded in dark clouds above, with thunder and lightning crashing ominously.
At the entrance of Ahn'Qiraj before Garen gathered many people—some clad in armor from the human race, others with pointed ears from the elven race, and towering werewolves… It was clear that these individuals were generally not very strong; they seemed to have come voluntarily rather than being sent by any continental powers.
"My lord!" A werewolf glared at Garen with dissatisfaction but then spoke respectfully as if struck by lightning.
Around them, the powerful beings of different races displayed expressions of shock. After all, Snelro, the werewolf, was a peak Second Rank expert known for his extremely volatile temper; it was surprising to see him show such deference.
However, when everyone laid eyes on Garen, their expressions changed dramatically as they immediately cleared a wide path.
"My lord!"
In any place, legends must be respected.
Garen paid them no mind and directly stepped into the entrance of Ahn'Qiraj. From the outside, it resembled the teeth of a giant dragon, while the entire boundary of Ahn'Qiraj appeared as if a slumbering dragon lay coiled within.
The various powerful beings of different races held no dissatisfaction; instead, they regarded Garen's indifference as a matter of course. As they gazed at the figure stepping into the misty entrance, a glimmer of admiration appeared in their eyes.
The mist grew thicker, and Garen could feel his power gradually slipping out of control, much like when he first entered the Immortal City, immediately shrouded by the Void.
According to the information provided by Su Ye, this was essentially an ancient battlefield. In the early days of the old era, when the Godeyas Continent had yet to form a complete structure, every imperial force was a mix of various factions. During that time, it was common for a Wolf King to command soldiers from both the human and blood races, and there were even human monarchs leading dragons, alongside countless Dragon Knights...
This arrangement bore some resemblance to the Valoran Continent.
There was no emphasis on race; only faith mattered.
In the old era, the system of power was not as distinctly divided. While exploring their own potential, a single type of power prevailed across the continent: Magical Armor.
However, during the last descent at Dead Man's Gorge, key elements related to Magical Armor were seized by the Celestial Race. In other words, the most refined aspects of Dead Man's Gorge had been taken away decades ago.
Of course, Garen did not enter Dead Man's Gorge in search of anything specific; he was simply here to find Tastandin.
Thus, he did not waste time on other matters.
The white mist thickened and then gradually faded. As it dispersed, a brand-new scene unfolded before Garen. In the dim light, the land resembled a wasteland, filled with scenes of smoke rising everywhere; one could almost hear distant sounds of battle and roars.
Indeed, it was a battlefield...
Garen did not linger but moved toward a specific coordinate in his mind's map. Before coming here, he had already digested all the information provided by Su Ye through Embrace. Although Dead Man's Gorge was a vast battlefield, there were also relatively peaceful zones. After all, every race hoped to seize more resources. Many years ago, various forces on the continent had drafted a contract stating that places like Dead Man's Gorge would establish multiple peace zones where combat was prohibited.
Of course, peace was merely relative.
Garen did not intend to avoid trouble in this manner; rather, he hoped to obtain the information he desired from that place.
"Whoosh!" At that moment, a Black Arrow shot through the air!
Garen's figure subtly shifted, appearing to continue walking while perfectly evading the arrow. He then reached out and, with a snap, caught the arrow by its tail.
"Who told you to shoot?" A low, angry voice followed.
Garen paused for a moment, his steps coming to a halt.
"Boss, how was I supposed to know what this person was here for? What if he reveals our Coordinates?" Another sharp voice chimed in helplessly.
Not far away, on a large rock, stood four figures. The leader, an Armored Man, was reprimanding his subordinate.
Beside the Armored Man, a Robe Mage suddenly noticed something and nudged the Armored Man's shoulder.
"What is it?" The Armored Man turned around, only to see the Robe Mage pointing down at Garen.
The Armored Man looked down and found Garen gazing back up at him.
Garen's expression remained calm as he said, "Long time no see."
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