The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5960

Sidney’s chuckle eased the tension only a little; then he began to lay out a map Jared had never seen.

"Mr. Chance, the thirty-six levels aren’t stacked like bricks. They’re grouped into the Lower, Middle, and Upper Realms, each defined by how complete its laws are and how rich its energy flows."

"The Lower Realm covers levels one through twelve. Your level twelve stands at its peak—good laws, decent energy, but still fundamentally different from the Middle. Within the Lower Realm, yes, void tunnels work."

"The Middle Realm spans levels thirteen to twenty-four: larger worlds, finer energy, stricter laws. My wife and I are sheltering in a hidden corner of level thirteen."

"Above that is the Upper Realm, level twenty-five up to the fabled thirty-six. Stories say its laws verge on perfection, holding the very source of the Grand Way itself. I can’t speak to that; I’ve never climbed so high."

The explanation cracked open a door in Jared’s mind; he had known the numbers but never the gulf between them.

He swallowed the rush of possibilities. "Senior Sidney, if the laws differ so sharply, what does it really take to cross from level twelve into thirteen?"

Sidney’s eyes grew thoughtful, as though measuring unseen walls.

"The barrier between levels is easy compared to the one between Realms," he said. "What looks like a single step is actually a leap from the Lower to the Middle."

"Raw strength can tear space inside the Lower Realm, but it can’t pierce the membrane that safeguards the Middle. That living film rejects or dissolves any power or life-form that doesn’t already resonate with its laws."

Sidney’s voice dropped to a lecturer’s calm. "Second, you need something that calls the Middle Realm to you," he said. "There are two ways." Jared kept his eyes on the man, chest tight around the promise inside those words. "First, a powerful clan up there can open a sanctioned ascension corridor and pull you through. They only bother for prodigies in the Lower Realm, or for disciples carrying a sacred inheritance."

Jared pictured the corridor, something bright and knife-sharp cutting a seam through night.

Sidney continued, "Or you find a relic soaked in Middle-Realm law. Use it as a beacon at the right place and hour, throw obscene power at it, and force a makeshift gate. That trick barely works. The portal shivers, wants to tear itself apart, and usually drags its maker with it."

Sidney raised his hand before Jared could dream further, his expression stone-still. "Last, and this matters most. Your own being must climb high enough. Down here that means the High Immortal Realm. Your body, mind, and the path you walk all have to molt, accept deeper rules. Not every High Immortal can touch level thirteen. Insight weighs more than brute power. Without it, the Middle Realm’s heavier, denser laws press until bones crack, or its purer air starves the core and you wither."

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