The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5892

Vermilion Demon Lord clicked his tongue as Lindsay's slim silhouette melted into the seething red haze at the tunnel's far end. "That girl thinks the world of you," he murmured, amused. "She even went so far as to smuggle you into a forbidden area."

Jared offered no reply. He simply folded his legs at the very rim of the magma pool, its molten glare rippling across his face like living bronze.

From that vantage, he felt the chamber breathe. Fire spiritual energy, thicker than molten gold, swirled in every breath, laced with an ancient, pristine strand of the Law of Fire—perfect for mending wounds and refining power.

"Mr. Vermilion, I intend to enter the Pentacarna Tower to heal my wounds. One hundred days within the tower is equivalent to one day outside. Therefore, you'll only need to give me a few days for me to fully heal," he said before drawing the Pentacarna Tower from his sleeve. "You may stand guard outside or join me within to work on your cultivation."

Vermilion Demon Lord shook his head, scarlet locks swaying like embers. "My body is fine. I'll keep watch out here and commune with the Law of Fire."

Jared nodded and flicked the tower skyward. The artifact met the heated air, unfurled, and swelled to a thirty-foot tower that hovered directly above the magma's roiling skin.

Its weathered stone exhaled a primeval aura that resonated with the cave's unseen threads of the Law of Fire.

Drawing a steady breath, Jared stepped through the entrance and vanished into the tower's depths. Inside stretched a vast realm where time crawled, a cosmos wholly distinct from the outer world.

He reached the cultivation chamber, crossed his legs, then produced the Ninefold Scarlet Flame Pill and the Earthfire Spirit Fruit Lindsay had given him, ready to pour everything into recovery.

Chaotic celestial energy began to circulate, like rain reviving a drought-stricken riverbed. Jared's Golden Dragon Bloodline awakened of its own accord, ribbons of gilded vitality weaving through torn meridians, knitting flesh and spirit alike.

The pill dissolved the instant it touched his tongue, releasing a heat both fierce and gentle that surged into every bone. Meanwhile, the Earthfire Spirit Fruit's pure fire essence folded into that current, merging with the chaos and hastening the mend.

Time flowed in silence within the tower's walls.

One day soon became three in the outside world, yet inside the tower, three hundred days had unfurled like the pages of a well-read chronicle.

Jared's wounds healed with breathtaking speed: shattered channels re-fused, cracked bones joined seamlessly, and the well of lost blood refilled, richer than before.

The aura around him settled—darker, deeper, like a volcano finally finding its core.

Finally, Jared exhaled, eyelids lifting. For an instant, bright sparks danced in his pupils before vanishing.

Power coursed beneath his skin, and a thin smile curved his mouth. "My wounds are gone, and my cultivation has advanced. Looks like the Heart of Earthfire truly deserves its legend."

With that, he rose, left the cultivation chamber, and strode toward the tower's exit.

Yet the very instant his foot crossed the threshold, the cavern beyond shuddered.

Something—vast and unseen—twisted in the darkness. A sudden anomaly had erupted within the cave.

The magma pool shuddered like a beast awakened from nightmare. Scarlet columns burst skyward, then folded inward until they sculpted a towering shadow of molten flame.

Its body was nothing but seething fire and liquid stone. No face—only a pair of eyes, twin suns of molten gold that blazed with an age-old, sovereign menace.

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