Jared nodded once, strode to the hidden valley, and raised a protective array of modest talismans. Then he stepped inside Pentacarna Tower and let the mortal world fade.
Tens of thousands of item pouches bulged with resources, more wealth than most sects could dream of. For now, he was rich enough.
Time blurred. At some forgotten moment, the very last pouch cracked open, spilling its final crystal. Only then did he feel his realm shatter through its ceiling, Earthly Immortal no more, but Human Immortal Realm Level One.
That avalanche of treasure had carried him only so far.
"May what little remains," he murmured, eyes half shut, "Be enough for me to pierce level two."
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