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On the northernmost island of the continent, an elderly man of serene countenance sat in meditation. His aged appearance was a symbol of the knowledge he gained through many years of his life.

Wearing only the bare essentials, he endured the cold embrace of his surroundings with steadfast stoicism.

In a moment of introspection, he cast his eyes in a particular direction. Then, a contemplative sigh escaped his lips.

"An Immortal's return?" He murmured while a furrow was forming upon his brow. Just the thought of their existence was already giving him a headache.

The annals of time had long borne witness to the extinction of the Immortals. There was no doubt that their lineage was long gone after hundreds of years.

Yet, the phenomenon that he felt just now felt real.

The sudden emergence of an Immortal would greatly impact this world, so he couldn't help but feel uneasy.