The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6271

Jared clenched his teeth. He endured the violent pain churning through him, then slowly loosened his control over the draconic energy.

The golden draconic energy stopped resisting the icy divine radiance.

The two powers finally began to blend, little by little.

At first, it moved so slowly he could barely sense any change at all.

But little by little, that blending began to speed up.

Gold and ice-blue mixed together and gave birth to an entirely new color.

It was a warm pale gold, like the first light of dawn.

That pale golden radiance surged out of their bodies and spread over the entire clearing.

Under that light, the Worldtree's leaves began falling faster and faster. Golden leaves spun and danced through the air, then settled around the two of them, layering the ground with one thick carpet after another.

Jared could feel the Frost Deity Branch bloodline merging into his body.

It was an ancient power, unbelievably pure.

Cold, but not biting. Powerful, but not overbearing. It moved through Jared's meridians like a trace of spring wind sealed inside ten thousand years of ice, slow and steady.

At the same time, the Golden Dragon Bloodline inside him was flowing the other way, pouring into Gwendolyn's body.

Golden draconic energy and ice-blue divine radiance wove together inside her and fused, stirring awake the Ice God Bloodline that had slept in her body for ages.

The bloodline power that time had worn dim began to live again under the nourishment of the chaotic force.

Time slipped by around them without a sound.

No one could have said how long it lasted. Maybe 1 hour. Maybe the whole night. In the end, that pale golden radiance slowly drew back in and returned to their bodies.

Jared slowly opened his eyes.

Something inside his body had changed in a strange, unmistakable way.

The spiritual power in the spirit well was fuller than before. His meridians were wider than before. Even the Golden Dragon Bloodline in him had grown denser and purer.

He could tell his cultivation level hadn't broken through, but his actual strength had taken a leap that was on a completely different level.

It was hard to put into words. Like a sword that had already been sharp enough to split anything, then got tempered again and polished again until it turned tougher and keener than before.

The peak of High Immortal Realm Level Five.

Just one step more, and he would enter High Immortal Realm Level Six.

Gwendolyn's changes were even more obvious.

The presence rolling off her was far stronger than before, by more than just a little.

That cool, distant face had a little more color in it now, and a little less of that old pallor.

Her eyes were brighter too, like stars that had just been wiped clean, giving off a faint glow.

The Frost Deity Branch bloodline had come back to life inside her.

Gwendolyn lowered her head and looked at her own hands. She stood there, feeling the power moving through her body, silent for a long time.

Then she raised her head and looked at Jared.

Something in those deep eyes had started to shift without a sound.

The scrutiny was gone. So was the old measuring look. In its place was something more... something gentle, something even she couldn't have clearly named.

"Thank you." Her voice was so soft it was almost impossible to hear.

Jared shook his head and said nothing.

Something subtle hung in the air between them.

Everything that had just happened had changed the tie between them in a way that couldn't be undone.

Jared had said, "This is just a deal," but some things, once they happened, never went back to what they were before.

Gwendolyn seemed to have caught that shift too. She rose to her feet, turned her back to Jared, then bent to pick up the thin veil scattered on the ground and draped it over her shoulders.

Her movements stayed as calm as ever, but the slight tremor in her fingers gave her away.

"You..." She hesitated, still not turning around. "Do you regret it?"

Jared was quiet for a moment.

"No." His voice came steady and firm. "I promised you I would do this, and I did it. There's nothing to regret."

Gwendolyn's shoulders loosened just a little, like a breath had finally gone out of her.

She didn't say anything else. She only stood there beneath the Worldtree, head tilted up as she looked at the golden canopy overhead.

The night wind swept past, and the golden leaves rustled softly, like they were whispering some ancient secret.

Jared walked over and stopped beside her.

Neither of them spoke. They only stood there in silence, watching the Worldtree sway gently in the night wind.

A long time passed before Gwendolyn suddenly broke the silence.

"Do you know why the Celestial Palace was built here?"

Jared shook his head.

Gwendolyn turned, her gaze going across the lake's surface and down toward the place deep below where Return to the Void slept.

"Because this is the oldest place in the Fourteenth Firmament. Older than the celestials, older than the human race, older than any known race."

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