The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6344

Jared watched them, and something rose in him that he couldn't quite put a name to.

These people had probably come from the Upper Realm.

The weakest among them was at least True Immortal Realm Level Five.

If they meant harm, the Skywolf Tribe wouldn't be able to stop them at all.

But there was nothing hostile in their eyes.

Only strain and the kind of exhaustion that sat all the way in the bone.

"You came from the Sixteenth Firmament?" Jared asked.

The elder looked at him.

He stayed silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes."

Jared's pupils tightened slightly.

The Sixteenth Firmament.

The place he was trying to reach.

"Why come to the Fifteenth Firmament?"

The old steward fell silent.

He looked at Jared, then at the beast-race warriors and Ghost Clan warriors around them. A trace of hesitation passed through his eyes.

"I need to know whether this is the territory of the human race, or land held by some other race."

The old steward's voice was quiet, but every word landed hard. "If you're a human cultivator, take me to wherever the human cultivators are gathered. Once we get there, I'll tell you everything."

Jared said nothing for a moment, then pushed himself to his feet.

"All right. I'll take you there."

Hadrian's face changed at once. "Mr. Chance, we don't know where these people came from. You can't..."

"I know," Jared cut in. "But I can tell they don't mean any harm. And if they really wanted to make a move, we wouldn't be able to stop them."

Hadrian parted his lips, ready to argue, but when his eyes met Jared's steady gaze, the words reached his mouth and stopped there.

Jared was right.

These people's cultivation was far too high. If they really attacked, the Skywolf Tribe wouldn't be able to hold them off at all.

"I'm going with you." Lydia stepped forward.

Jared shook his head. "No need. Stay here and help Hadrian guard the camp. I can go alone."

"But..."

"No buts." Jared's voice left no room to argue.

Lydia bit down on her lip and said nothing more.

Jared turned and looked at the old steward.

"Let's go. I'll take you to the Wandering Cultivators Alliance. It's a place where all the cultivators are from the human race."

The old steward struggled to his feet, and the people behind him rose with him.

They held each other up and followed behind Jared, making their way toward the Wandering Cultivators Alliance.

The headquarters of the Wandering Cultivators Alliance was in Cloudrest, a city suspended in the sky.

By the time Jared brought those dozens of people down into the square at Cloudrest, Windclear was inside the Council Hall, drinking tea.

The moment he got the message, Windclear rushed out.

One look at the several dozen cultivators standing there—covered in wounds, yet carrying a pressure so high it turned the air heavy—and the color drained straight out of his face.

"M-Master Chance... who are these people...?"

"They came from the Sixteenth Firmament," Jared said, his voice level. "Find somewhere quiet. Let them rest."

Windclear swallowed hard, then hurriedly called people over and had the several dozen survivors taken to the guest rooms.

He personally led the old steward to the hidden chamber behind the Council Hall.

Inside the hidden chamber, there were only three people left: Jared, Windclear, and the old steward.

The old steward sat in the chair with his eyes closed and said nothing for a long, long while.

His hands shook faintly. His lips trembled with them. Each breath came out thick and heavy, like he was forcing something down with every pull of air.

"My name is Gideon Blackthorn," he said at last, his voice rough. "Elder of the human Resistance in the Sixteenth Firmament."

Jared's pupils tightened.

The Resistance?

"The Sixteenth Firmament..." Gideon Blackthorn's voice dropped low. "It's already under celestial control."

Something in Jared sank.

"The celestials' power in the Sixteenth Firmament is far stronger than you can imagine."

Gideon Blackthorn opened his eyes and looked at Jared. "They have an organization called the Celestial Alliance. Every celestial branch answers to that alliance. Its High Sovereign is a powerhouse at the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Nine."

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