Aaron and Lin Guo stepped back into the First Realm once more, their feet touching the familiar soil of the mortal world.
"Hmm?"
Aaron paused mid-step.
A subtle but insistent pressure washed over him, like invisible hands pressing against his chest, urging him upward, demanding that he ascend and leave this lower plane behind.
The realm itself was rejecting his presence, trying to force him out as though he were an unwelcome intruder too powerful for its fragile laws.
"Hmph." Aaron snorted softly, his expression unchanging. "I'll leave when I decide to leave."
With effortless control over his soul, he brushed aside the realm's suppression. It crumbled against his will like dry leaves in a storm.
In terms of raw power and rank, he stood far above anything this mortal realm could contain.
The cultivators were equivalent F-rank to S-rank hunters.
The realm's feeble attempt to prevent "bullying" from higher beings meant nothing to him. He ignored it completely.
