The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6306

By the time Jared and Gwendolyn returned to Moonshade Realm, it was already deep into the night.

Moonlight spilled down through gaps in the black mist.

It washed the ruins of the ancient city in a layer of silver-gray.

At the city gate, Alaric and Lydia were still there, waiting for them.

Lydia had a thick coat wrapped around her shoulders. Her face was still pale, but her eyes were bright.

The instant she saw Jared, the tension went out of her whole body.

"You're back," she said.

Her voice was light, but Jared caught what sat inside it.

"We're back." Jared nodded.

Alaric came up to him and looked him over from top to bottom. Only after making sure Jared wasn't hurt did he finally ease up.

He looked like he wanted to speak, then stopped. He wanted to ask, but couldn't quite bring himself to—what exactly had happened over at the Pyre Chasm?

Had the different factions clashed?

Had the celestials given him trouble?

Jared saw straight through him and smiled. "Let's talk inside."

In the Council Hall, every lamp was burning.

Edric had set moonstones into the wall one after another, filling the entire stone hall with a white light bright as day.

Alaric sat in the seat of honor, with Lydia beside him. Jared and Gwendolyn sat across from them.

Edric stood in the corner with his hands folded in front of him, listening in silence.

Jared told them everything that had happened at the Pyre Chasm, one detail after another.

When Alaric heard that more than thirty factions and over a thousand cultivators had gathered at the Pyre Chasm, the color shifted in his face.

When he heard that those factions had fought until blood ran over the emberstone crystal, leaving countless dead and wounded behind, his brows pulled tight.

When he heard that Elder Gilt of the Celestial Tribunal had stepped in, driven everyone away, and seized the emberstone crystal for himself, Alaric's fists clenched until the joints crackled.

Then he heard what Jared had done.

One punch had heavily wounded Elder Gilt. One palm strike had sent the celestial deputy flying. One sentence had scared every celestial cultivator there into a scrambling retreat.

And right in front of more than a thousand cultivators, he had declared that the Nether Mountain Range was the Ghost Clan's hiding place, and no one was allowed to disturb them.

Alaric's mouth fell open and stayed there.

"You... what did you just say?" His voice shook. "In front of everyone, you struck an Elder of the Celestial Tribunal?"

Jared nodded.

"And right there in front of all of them, you declared the Nether Mountain Range belonged to the Ghost Clan?"

Jared nodded again.

"And you made every last one of them promise they wouldn't cause trouble in the Nether Mountain Range?"

Jared gave him a third nod.

Tears burst out of Alaric all at once.

Not from grief. He had waited too long for this day.

Too many years.

The Ghost Clan had been hunted, slaughtered, and driven off by the celestials, forced to hide in the dark like rats. They hadn't dared make a sound. Hadn't dared show their faces. Hadn't dared let anyone know they were still alive.

Their children had known what fear looked like from the moment they were born, and their elders had stayed on the run all the way to the end.

They had thought this was all their lives would ever be. Thought the Ghost Clan would be wiped out in their generation.

But now, an outsider, a human cultivator, had stepped forward for them in front of thousands of cultivators.

"From this day on, no one is allowed to search, dig through, or harass the Nether Mountain Range. Otherwise, Cedric's fate will be your example."

Alaric had waited thousands of years to hear those words.

"Mr. Chance."

He rose and bowed deeply. His voice came out so hoarse it was almost impossible to hear. "A debt like this can't be repaid with thanks. The entire Moonshade Realm will never forget it, not for all eternity."

Jared caught him before he could stay bent over. "Sovereign, don't do this. I told you before—with me here, nobody touches your people."

Jared smiled, turned, and walked out of the Council Hall.

Gwendolyn followed behind him.

Moonlight spilled across the streets of the ancient city, stretching their shadows long behind them.

"Where are you planning to go first?" Gwendolyn asked.

"The demon Shadow Hall," Jared said. "The Reincarnation Core is in Malachy Vane's hands. That old fox is even harder to deal with than the beast race. Better to handle the hard one first and the easy one after."

Gwendolyn nodded. "I'll go with you."

Jared glanced at her. "Of course you are. Aren't you still looking for people with the Ice God Bloodline?"

The corner of Gwendolyn's mouth lifted a little, but she said nothing.

The two of them walked side by side under the moonlight, heading for the stone hall.

Behind them, the lights in the Council Hall gradually went out.

The ancient city lay silent in the night, like some sleeping beast.

The ancient city of the Moonshade Realm was steeped in black mist and moonlight woven together, with not a sound anywhere.

Jared did not sleep.

He sat cross-legged on the bed inside the stone hall, while purple chaotic force moved slowly around him, casting the whole chamber in a dreamlike glow.

Ever since he absorbed the quintessence of heavenfire in the Pyre Chasm, his cultivation had broken through to the Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Eight, only a single step away from Level Nine.

But he knew that step wasn't something he could cross just by absorbing outside power.

What it required was a deep understanding of his own strength, and perfect control over it.

He closed his eyes and sank his spirit sense into his body.

Inside the spirit well, chaotic force turned slowly like a purple vortex.

At the center of that vortex, a flame woven from gold and violet burned in stillness.

That was the chaos-flame, a brand-new flame forged from the quintessence of heavenfire, the primal fire-essence, and chaotic force.