The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6411

"Jared moved forward at an even pace.

His boots crossed the cold, hard volcanic stone slabs of Blackstone Gaol's Third Depth, and every step landed with a presence as steady as a mountain."

"On both sides of the passage, prison doors crowded the walls in rusted rows.

Their iron faces were caked with blood grime laid down over a thousand years, and a dark, murderous residue clung to them like old smoke."

"Sealing sigils wrapped layer after layer around the doorframes and chains.

A dim, oppressive spiritual light pulsed from them, pinning the imprisoned cultivator adepts inside with a grip that refused to loosen."

"Jared lifted his hand and focused.

A thread of pure, restrained chaotic force gathered around his fingertips, answered his will, and sent a sharp cold gleam bursting from his palm."

"The instant he raised his hand and swung, the blade-light tightened into a single line of starlight.

The peerlessly sharp edge slid across the heavy sealing chains in a flash."

"A rapid series of crisp cracks rang through the dark corridor.

Those black-iron sealing chains had been strengthened by the celestials with elder fettering sigils and had endured 10 thousand years without decay, but they still could not withstand the nascence-destroying power of chaotic force.

They snapped apart inch by inch at the sound, and broken scraps of iron pattered down across the floor."

"The layered fettering arrays and spirit-lock sigils attached to the chains and prison doors were swept by the blade-light.

In the next instant, their glow went dull and collapsed, crumbling into flecks of lightless ash as every seal and shackle was broken clean through."

"One locked cell door after another swung inward with heavy sounds.

The stale air sealed inside for 10 thousand years rushed out, mixed with blood and mildew, striking the face in a foul wave that stood in savage contrast to the clean, living spiritual essence of the world outside."

"Foremost adepts from every race, trapped for thousands of years in cages that had never seen daylight, broke free from their restraints at once.

They stepped out of their prison cells."

"They drew in huge, greedy breaths of Liberty's spiritual essence, tasting what had been denied to them for too long.

The stagnant malign force and filthy sealing residue dammed inside their meridians for 10 thousand years began pouring rapidly out of their bodies."

Everything that had been packed into their chests for so long—the humiliation, the refusal to submit, the crushing weight, the years with no way out—came out with that foul breath.

"Among these powerful adepts were veteran human adepts, wilderness overlords of the beastfolk, iron-blooded demon war champions, and fell adepts of the Ghost Clan.

Every one of them wore clothing ruined almost beyond recognition."

"Their flesh was covered in vicious scars left by torture.

Their meridians had been worn down by years of sealing, their cultivation had been forced under restraint for 10 thousand years, and both body and spirit had been ground down by the prison."

"Yet now, with life returned to them, the light that had lain dead in their eyes for years flared awake again.

The prison's suffering had not shaved even a fraction from the proud bones inside them."

"As if moved by the same command, everyone dropped to their knees.

Their knees struck the cold stone floor with heavy, muffled thuds, and they bowed deeply toward Jared."

"Their foreheads touched the ground.

Their posture held nothing back, and every word came from the deepest place in them."

"Thank you, our deliverer, for breaking open our cages and pulling us out of this sea of suffering. This is a debt of rebirth. We will remember it until our teeth fall from our mouths, and in this life, we will repay it with our lives!"

"Our deliverer's great virtue reaches across the world. We have endured enough of the celestials' bullying and exploitation. Today, we swear to follow our deliverer to the death, march to the front lines, and fight the Celestial Alliance together until one side is gone!"

"Jared's expression remained gentle and calm.

He stepped forward quickly and sent out soft spiritual power, lifting each kneeling figure firmly back to their feet.

His gaze swept over the battered corridor, and when he spoke, his voice landed steady and strong enough to settle the people before him."

"Venerable elders, there is no need for such ceremony. Please rise. The celestials' tyranny has not fallen yet. The Kindreds beneath the heavens are still suffering beneath force and oppression. The threat of war is everywhere, and countless cultivators are still struggling in fire and flood."

"We do not have time to sink into rest. Put yourselves in order at once, regulate your breathing, and stabilize your blood and qi. Then leave Blackstone Gaol with me, reinforce our suffering kin outside, and shoulder the banner of resistance together."

"Once the words left him, Jared said no more.

He turned and walked toward the deepest reach of the Third Depth, his gaze fixed on the prison's final cell—the innermost gaol, built to the highest standard and bound by the strongest seal in the entire place."

"He raised his hand and pushed hard.

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