The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6458

At the bottom of the phial, Aldric's remnant soul lay curled within a faint cloud of black mist.

"Over these five days, he too had borrowed the Aureate Codex's golden radiance and the essence of the soul-restorative draught to recover a small measure of vitality.

The black mist that had once hovered on the edge of dispersal had become a little more solid."

"He was still too weak to act, and even forcing out words looked difficult.

But at the very least, he no longer seemed as though he might be wiped out completely at any moment."

Now and then, he released the faintest thread of aura, as if passing his thanks to Jared.

"Jared sensed it and only gave the slightest nod, saying nothing more.

At this moment, every bit of his strength was fixed on restoring his spirit."

"He understood that only by recovering his strength as quickly as possible would he have a chance to remake his body.

Only then would he have a chance to return to the Sixteenth Firmament and settle the blood debt."

"At dusk on the fifth day, the last glow of sunset slipped through the hidden chamber's vent and spilled a thin wash of gold onto the stone dais.

It fell across the phial and wove together with the light inside."

Just then, the stone door of the hidden chamber gave a soft creak.

Master Wellspring had returned.

"When he pushed the door open and stepped in, he carried the dust and chill of the outside with him.

His dark Daoist robe was smeared with mud and bits of grass, and several places had even been torn in fine, narrow rips. These five days of searching had clearly not gone smoothly."

"The lines of travel had sunk deep into him.

His eye sockets looked hollow, red threads covered the corners of his eyes, and even the white at his temples seemed to have gained a few more strands. Compared with the last time he had gone out to investigate, he looked even more worn down."

"Even so, a faint spark flickered in his eyes, so slight it was almost hidden.

It was the light that came after a clue had finally surfaced, after the road ahead had cracked open by even a hair."

"Master Wellspring did not stop to rest.

He went straight to the stone dais and carefully took the Storage Ring from his waist. Spiritual power stirred at his fingertips, and the weathered holding ring instantly lit with a faint spiritual glow."

"From the ring, he took out a yellowed hide map.

The material was unusual, warm to the touch. Black sigils traced the shapes of mountains, rivers, and waterways across its surface. Though it was old, and some of the sigils had already blurred, the map's craftsmanship was still clearly meticulous."

"He gently spread the hide map across the stone dais.

Once unfolded, it took up a full half of the dais."

"The map clearly marked the major mountain ranges, cities, and secret realms of the northern region.

One place, marked in red sigils, was Beastmoor Ridge at the uttermost edge of the North."

"Aureate Heir, your servant has found some clues."

"Master Wellspring's voice came out hoarse.

Days of rushing from place to place and searching without letup had worn hard on his throat, and when he spoke, a strain lay beneath the words that was almost too faint to catch."

"He bowed slightly, his gaze falling on Jared's soul inside the phial.

"During these three months, we can prepare properly. On one hand, you can continue nurturing your spirit and strive to restore it to its best state before the Grand Auction begins;"

"on the other hand, your servant will prepare enough spirit stones and treasures to make certain we can win Genesis Dew at the Grand Auction."

Jared said nothing for a moment. The halo around the pale violet soul swayed slightly, as if he were weighing something in the silence.

"There was no getting around it. Master Wellspring was right. Genesis Dew was far too rare, and having even this opportunity was already a fortune large enough to seize.

Jared had no room to be choosy. He had no time to be choosy either."

"After a while, he spoke again, and his voice had steadied.

""What is the second treasure of heaven and earth?"""

Once Jared stopped holding on to the problem of time, the pressure on Master Wellspring eased again. He quickly pointed to a continuous mountain range at the northernmost edge of the northern region on the hide map, and his voice grew heavier with each word.

"The second treasure of heaven and earth is called Elderheart Soulwood."

"This Elderheart Soulwood is no ordinary forest tree. It grows in the Elder Soulborn Forest deep within Beastmoor Ridge. It is heartwood that has existed since the elder age, and it contains an extremely dense soul-nourishing nascence force."

"Its purpose is to stabilize the fusion between spirit and body, preventing rejection between the spirit and the new body after the physical body is rebuilt."

"Aureate Heir, consider your situation. Your spirit has been separated from the body for too long. Even if Genesis Dew rebuilds your body, without the nourishment and stabilization of Elderheart Soulwood, the spirit and the new flesh cannot fuse perfectly."

"At best, your cultivation would fall backward, and from then on you would never advance another step. At worst, the spirit would collapse and vanish completely. If that happened, even Genesis Dew would be useless."

"Beastmoor Ridge?" Jared repeated the name, as if it gave him no foothold.

He had only just arrived in the Seventeenth Firmament. He was not familiar with the major powers and territories of the northern region, and he had never heard of a place called Beastmoor Ridge.