The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6077

At the rim where level thirteen met the Fourteenth Firmament, space loosened into a storm of formless haze.

No stars glimmered there, no light at all—only rolling darkness braided with knife-edged spatial currents.

Any High Immortal Realm traveler who blundered in would be ripped apart before a cry could form.

Yet two silhouettes advanced, each step firm as though they trod solid ground instead of chaos.

They were Jared Chance and Luther.

Jared carried the bone scroll Elder Gloam had gifted him, letting its etched route guide his eyes through the whirling dark in search of a hidden seam.

From beside him, Luther sent a low warning. "Mr. Chance, the space ahead thrashes harder than normal. We may be walking into danger."

Jared answered with a single nod and awakened the Eye of Chaos; silver light flickered across his pupils as he looked forward.

Within that altered sight, the maelstrom rearranged itself into orderly layers he could read like a map.

Webs of fractures stretched everywhere, but one slender tear glowed faint gold—the very Rift Between Worlds etched on the scroll.

Excitement sharpened his voice. "There it is. Keep tight behind me."

He broke forward first, slipping through the golden slit; Luther followed in the tail of his wake.

The instant the fissure swallowed them, the world flipped; up became down, and a roaring surge tossed them like a skiff on storm water.

Every ribbon of spatial wind carried enough bite to shred a High Immortal Realm Level Seven, each gust licking at the shield of air around them.

Jared spread a dome of chaotic force, folding Luther inside.

The barrier shuddered under every strike, flexed, then held.

Time lost meaning until, far ahead, a pinprick of light finally pierced the gloom.

"Almost there!" Jared barked, driving toward the glow with new speed.

A muffled boom shook the void.

They blew through an unseen membrane, and sudden openness unfurled before their eyes.

Clean air rushed over their faces; spirit energy thick enough to taste flooded every pore.

Above them stretched a scrubbed-blue sky dotted by lazy cloud banks.

Below, endless immortal peaks spilled waterfalls and springs, beds of rare flowers, and spirit beasts wandering at leisure.

Yet it was the heavens themselves that seized the breath.

Nine suns hung in a precise nine-square pattern, their light warm, never searing.

Between those blazing discs, faint stars winked—sun and constellation sharing the same blue canvas.

Luther's voice dropped to a hush. "So this is the Fourteenth Firmament." Awe flooded his eyes.

The ambient energy here felt at least ten times heavier than level thirteen's thin breath.

One day of training in such richness could rival a full month back home.

Jared inhaled deeply; chaotic force and Golden Dragon Bloodline sluiced through his meridians with surprising ease, sparks of strength flickering under his skin.

He exhaled, half-smiling. "A vast world indeed."

Battle heat lit his gaze. "Celestial Palace, Celestial Basilica, Celestial Court—Jared Chance has arrived."

He turned to Luther. "First, lodging and news."

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