The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5942

Malcolm dropped to one knee. Icy sweat streamed down his brow. He had kept the Door for years, yet he had never truly met the master behind it—until now.

It was only a concept, a symbol of the Laws of Reincarnation... Or so I thought.

Morven—nearly sixty millennia old and undefeated by even High Immortal Realm Level Four cultivators—stood rigid. Confronted by those eyes, even defiance refused to form.

This was oppression at the level of existence itself. No thought of resistance could survive beneath it.

Again, the voiceless voice rolled through every heart. "Why have you gathered here? State your desires."

The voice of the Lord of Reincarnation rolled across the sky like distant thunder, solemn and unhurried. Those ash-white eyes—vortices that seemed to drink in all light—drifted over the sea of cultivators below, counting every trembling soul one by one.

For a heartbeat, the Wailing Soul Plains fell into a silence so complete it felt funereal. Then, somewhere in that ocean of fear, one desperate throat found its courage and split the hush.

"Immortality! We want immortality!"

"Resurrection! Bring my beloved back from the grave!"

"A breakthrough! I want to break through the bottleneck!"

The cries multiplied until they rose in crashing waves. Every defector dropped to both knees, foreheads pounding the soil as they worshipped the burning silhouette hanging in the heavens.

The Lord of Reincarnation remained in silence, his flame-rimmed form perfectly still.

Within those swirling eyes flickered, for the briefest instant, something that looked suspiciously like amusement.

"Your wishes are simple," he said, the words cold as winter steel. "But they demand a price."

Before the final syllable faded, he lifted a single arm forged from ghostly flame and made the faintest downward sweep.

There was no earth-shaking roar, no cataclysmic burst of force—only a soft resonance.

Buzz!

Reality itself shuddered as the laws governing the Wailing Soul Plains rewrote themselves in an instant.

Gray-white currents poured from the Door of Reincarnation like billions of hair-thin tentacles, darting forward to stab with cruel precision into the forehead of every kneeling follower.

"Ah!"

Agonized screams erupted, climbing higher until even the clouds seemed to tremble from the sound.

Each person felt a glacial force invade the very seat of the divine soul, tearing through meridians, burning flesh, remolding foundations. The pain was akin to ten thousand ants gnawing at the heart, and it didn't take long before weaker cultivators dropped into merciful unconsciousness.

Just as torment crested, the heavens detonated with three thunderous booms.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Before long, bursts of breakthrough aura speared skyward like pillars of pale fire, one after another.

"I-I've done it! I've attained Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Eight! Three millennia of shackles, shattered!" a white-haired elder howled, tears streaming down his face.

"So have I! I've gone from Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Five to Level Seven!"

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