The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6056

Color exploded and then bled out again. When the blur settled, Jared found himself floating in a wash of silent gray.

There was no sky above and no ground below, only endless curtains of gray mist rolling in every direction.

Each ribbon of haze held nether aura so pure it stung his lungs.

With every slow breath, he felt his cultivation inch upward as naturally as a heartbeat.

Luther drew a long breath, chest rising like a bellows. "So this is the Nether Secret Realm—worthy of its name!" he exclaimed, voice trembling with thrill.

He turned to Jared, pupils burning bright. "Mr. Jared, I’m heading deeper to hunt for Nether Origin Energy and fix my core completely. What about you?"

Jared swept his eyes across the mist. "I’ll stay right here and push for a breakthrough. This nether aura feeds my study of the Chaos Grand Path."

"Good. Then we split up—see you in 300 days!" Luther answered.

His figure blurred into a streak of black and slipped into the deeper fog, gone in the span of a heartbeat.

Jared pulled the Pentacarna Tower from his ring; the miniature spire unfolded to full height with a muted clang.

He stepped inside, door sealing behind him, and sat cross-legged before the inner array.

The Focus Technique began to cycle on its own as his breathing settled.

Streams of nether aura slipped through the tower walls like smoke under a door and poured into his meridians.

Inside, the chaotic force swallowed the energy whole and ground it into something new.

Bruises faded, torn meridians knitted back together; the progress was so fast he could have watched it in a mirror.

At the same time his cultivation rose, steady as a tide creeping up the shore.

He drew out the Nether Codex jade slip and pressed it between his brows.

His consciousness sank into the text, chasing after the core of the Nether path.

A single line flared before his inner sight: "Nether is the peak of death, and from that peak rebirth begins."

Another passage declared the Ghost Clan’s creed: all that lives must die, and all that dies must live again.

Only the revolving door between life and death, it insisted, could be called the true Grand Way.

Thus, the Nether path was no mere cult of death but the turning of the wheel itself.

"Life and death cycle..."

The words tumbled out before he knew it, and a burst of clarity cracked open in his mind.

What, then, was chaos?

Chaos was the state before heaven and earth split, the first point of all things—and the last.

It held everything: life and death, yin and yang, space and time; all floated inside chaos.

"I get it now!" he cried.

Light burst from his eyes.

"Chaos is not simple destruction, nor simple creation—it is the union of both!"

"It is the start and the finish, the birth and the grave, the forge and the wrecking hammer!"

In that instant his grasp of the Chaos Grand Path leaped across a chasm.

The chaotic force inside him spun madly, curling into a gray whirlpool.

At the whirlpool’s heart, a speck of gray light—no larger than a grain of rice—took form, the first bud of a Chaos Genesis Seed.

Yet Jared understood it still fell short.

A true seed had to drink in his insight into life, death, and the turning wheel.

He withdrew a pill—the Ninefold Rebirth Elixir scavenged from King Goldtoad’s ring—and swallowed it in one smooth motion.

The draught could mimic life and death, guiding the mind toward that very path.

The moment the elixir hit his gut, the world around him warped without warning.

Visions flooded in: his past lives, his present one, and the endless procession of beings marching through birth and death.

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