The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6444

"The surface of the forecourt had been paved with ancient spirit jade.

It lay smooth and polished, with spirit-gathering sigils hidden within it, drawing in the world's spiritual essence year-round to nourish the palace's fortune."

"On both sides of the forecourt, two rows of elite celestial cultivators stood in perfect order.

Their backs were straight, their cuirasses gleamed, and their auras were steady and condensed. Their eyes swept the eight directions like hawks, the guard around the palace locked down tight."

"Every one of these watch-standing cultivators had a cultivation base fixed at the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Nine.

They stood only one step away from the Golden Immortal threshold."

"Their battle strength far surpassed cultivators of equal rank from the Sixteenth Firmament.

All of them were direct-line elites carefully raised by Pole Star Hall, seasoned through long campaigns."

"They sensed two deep Golden Immortal auras approaching.

The moment they lifted their eyes and recognized who had come, none of them dared delay. As one, they bowed in salute, their movements uniform, their voices loud and solemn."

"We welcome the arrival of Venerable Emberlain and Venerable Frostgrave! The Hall Master foresaw the two Venerables' arrival long ago and has been waiting within the High Hall for quite some time. Please, Venerables, follow me into the hall."

"Venerable Emberlain gave a faint nod in acknowledgment.

His expression remained composed, neither servile nor overbearing, his Golden Immortal majesty on full display. Without another word, he strode toward the palace doors."

"Venerable Frostgrave followed close behind.

His silver robe clung neatly to him, his aura cold and sharp. From beginning to end, he said nothing. His gaze kept sweeping over the palace layout, the ward nodes, and the movements of the guards, watching for every possible risk."

"Once they crossed through the palace doors, the world inside hit harder than anything the exterior had promised.

The layout, the scale, the presence of it all towered over them. Celestial energy drifted through the air in slow coils, and the weight of the place pressed down with a majesty that allowed no careless step."

"The dome of the great hall rose 100 yards overhead.

Looking up, there was no clear edge to it, only a vast ceiling inlaid with countless innate glowing spiritual crystals, scattered in layered patterns where brightness and shadow wove through each other."

"It looked like a brilliant starfield hung upside down above the hall.

The spiritual light was soft enough not to sting the eyes, yet it illuminated the whole High Hall and filled every corner with a presence so complete the atmosphere seemed almost tangible."

"The floor had been laid with high-grade golden divine jade.

Every slab carried the celestials' sovereign sigils, carved with painstaking precision. Those sigils had glowed for years without fading, gathering vast fortune, strengthening the Hall Master's authority, and suppressing wicked forces in every direction."

"Along both sides of the great hall stood several dozen massive heaven-reaching stone pillars, each so broad it would take 100 yards to encircle.

The stone pillars were impossibly hard, built to bear crushing force and hold the field steady. Across their surfaces, ancient sacred sigils had been carved into scenes of the celestial forebears warring across the myriad worlds, sweeping through all directions, quelling upheaval, and expanding the borders of their dominion."

"Those carved scenes seemed almost alive.

Their momentum rolled out in silence, declaring without a single word the celestials' deep foundation, the nobility of the bloodline, and the pressure they cast across the heavens."

"Anyone standing inside it would be made small by the sheer scale of the place.

Before long, eyes would lower on their own, and the hall would demand a kind of reverence no one needed to explain."

"At the deepest end of the great hall, above the high dais, the Sovereign Throne stood suspended in the air, gilded from end to end.

Its patterns were intricate, its frame set with spiritual treasures, and even without anyone speaking from it, the throne carried its own authority."

"Seated upon that throne was a middle-aged man.

His presence alone suppressed the entire hall, and no one there dared look straight at him."

"His face was firm and cold, cut with hard lines. Swordlike brows swept toward his temples, and his star-bright eyes shone with a force that did not need wrath to command obedience.

Long golden hair fell smoothly over both shoulders. Around him lingered a faint golden nascence halo, celestial energy curling through it, making him appear beyond ordinary rank."

He was the Lord of Pole Star Hall, the renowned foremost adept of the northern region of the Seventeenth Firmament—Venerable Starwick.

"Venerable Starwick's cultivation ran deep beyond easy measure.

He had long since stabilized at Level Three of the Golden Immortal Realm, with a thick foundation, abundant nascence, and profound mastery of the Dao."

"Compared with Venerable Emberlain and Venerable Frostgrave, these two newly ascended Golden Immortals, he stood a full three minor realms above them.

""If we can work together to refine this soul and extract the relic hidden deep inside, then with its support, the Hall Master’s cultivation will surely rise steadily. You will break through your current fetters, climb to another peak of cultivation, sit in command of the northern region, and stand unmatched."""

"Every part of that speech landed with careful sincerity.

Each sentence pressed against Venerable Starwick's ambition, pointing out how precious the opportunity was while stripping away the risks he might worry over. It was a perfect grip on the man’s heart."

"Venerable Starwick's gaze shifted.

His golden eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant, they locked onto the Soul-Vault Pearl in Emberlain's palm. A trace of scrutiny crossed their depths, followed by something that did not pass nearly as quickly."

"He lifted one hand and beckoned as if it were nothing.

A soft yet powerful stream of golden nascence force reached through the air, formless and invisible, and steadily drew the Soul-Vault Pearl across the distance. It came to a stop before him, hovering in midair as it slowly turned."

"Right after that, he focused his power and circulated the vast spirit sense of Golden Immortal Level Five.

With great care, it pierced through the barrier of the Soul-Vault Pearl and probed inward, searching every detail inside."

"Very quickly, through the pearl, he saw the violet soul-light suspended peacefully within.

Deeper still, at the core of that soul, he caught a faint golden glimmer—warm, heavy, ancient, and seemingly undying."

"With only that single probe, Venerable Starwick's pupils tightened at once.

Something struck through him hard enough to shake the stillness he had kept on the throne."

"That single thread of golden radiance carried an ancient breadth, vast and solemn, with a weight that pressed beyond ordinary treasure.

No common spiritual treasure, no Golden Immortal arcane implement, could have given off an aura like that."

"Inside the golden radiance, there was the faintest trace of an ancient aura of nascence law, something that seemed to stand beyond the Golden Immortal plane and above the statutes of the celestial realm.

It was weathered by ages, boundless in force, and noble beyond measure. Of every treasure Venerable Starwick had seen in his life, not one had ever come close."

"An opportunity.

A once-in-all-ages opportunity."