The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6301

Behind him, the flames in the Pyre Chasm started to go out.

Not all at once.

It faded like a long, drawn-out sunset.

Starting from the bottom of the pit, the fire dimmed, cooled, and dispersed layer by layer. Bright red sank into dark red, dark red into ashen black, and ashen black into dead stillness.

The heavenfire beasts let out low hissing cries. There was no grief in the sound, no fury either, only the quiet weight of a final farewell.

As the flames died, their bodies faded with them. They broke apart into fire sparks that drifted through the darkness.

The Pyre Chasm, which had burned for tens of thousands of years, finally went dark in that moment.

Jared landed on the ridgeline and turned to look back at the Pyre Chasm behind him.

It was no longer the Sea of Flame.

All that remained was a massive pit, black and lifeless, sunk into silence.

The rock at the bottom had been burned into a glassy sheen, throwing back a faint, ghostly glimmer under the moonlight.

There was no fire there anymore, no heavenfire beasts, none of that scorching presence.

Only silence remained.

Jared stood there and looked at it for a long, long time.

He thought of the old man.

Then the fire spirits.

Then the gifted child with the highest talent of them all.

That child had later become the Inferno Devil.

He had chased the limit of power, and in the end, power had swallowed him whole.

The last trace of purity he left behind had burned in the Pyre Chasm for tens of thousands of years, waiting for someone who carried the primal fire-essence.

Maybe the old man had known this day would come a long time ago.

Maybe this was what he meant when he said, "When you understand what the flame is."

The flame wasn't power.

It was life.

And life was something that had to be passed on.

Jared turned and started walking toward Moonshade Realm.

Behind him, the Pyre Chasm lay silent under the moonlight.

Wind rose from the bottom of the pit with a thread of warmth in it, like the old man's sigh.

By the time Jared returned to Moonshade Realm, dawn had already broken.

At the city gate, Alaric, Gwendolyn, Edric, and several hundred Ghost Clan warriors were all standing there waiting.

The moment they saw him appear on the mountain path, every last one of them finally let go of the breath they'd been holding.

"Mr. Chance!" Alaric hurried forward. "Are you all right?"

Jared shook his head. "I'm fine."

"The Pyre Chasm..." Edric pointed east, his voice unsteady. "The Pyre Chasm went out."

Everyone looked east.

The sky there was no longer dark red. It had gone back to a normal gray-black, buried under black mist.

"I did it. I absorbed the quintessence of heavenfire inside the Pyre Chasm. The Pyre Chasm won't exist anymore after this," Jared said.

Silence.

All of them looked at him with something complicated in their eyes.

This young man—a human cultivator in the High Immortal Realm—had first carved his way through the Pyre Chasm by himself and rescued the Princess.

Then he had gone back in alone and absorbed the essence the Pyre Chasm had gathered over tens of thousands of years, wiping out the most dangerous place in the Fifteenth Firmament for good.

What kind of person was he?

"Uncle Jared!"

The sky there was no longer dark red.

It had turned into a normal stretch of gray-black.

His brows drew tight.

Something sharp flickered through his eyes.

The Pyre Chasm had existed for tens of thousands of years.

Countless powerhouses had gone into it, and not one had ever come back out.

How could it have suddenly gone dark?

Who did it?

"Send people to investigate," he said coldly. "If they're alive, bring me the person. If they're dead, bring me the body."

At the same time, the demon Shadow Hall, the beast-race Skywolf Tribe, the human Wandering Cultivators Alliance, and hundreds of other forces big and small across the Fifteenth Firmament all received the same news.

The Pyre Chasm had gone out.

That land of death that had squatted in the Nether Mountain Range for tens of thousands of years had vanished.

No one's first response was shock.

It was greed.

The Pyre Chasm had existed for tens of thousands of years, and inside it, the quintessence of heavenfire had been building for just as long.

And even if that quintessence was already gone, the rocks at the bottom of the chasm had been scorched by heavenfire for tens of thousands of years.

There was no way they hadn't changed into something else.

Those rocks might very well be extremely precious forging materials.

More importantly, no one had dared go near the area around the Pyre Chasm for tens of thousands of years.

Who knew what other natural treasures might be hidden there?

For a time, scouts from countless forces poured toward the Nether Mountain Range.