The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6461

For the next two days, they flew north without stopping. The scenery around them grew more desolate with every passing stretch, and the demonic aura in the air thickened little by little.

"Below them, barren mountains rose and fell in unbroken waves. Not a trace of human habitation could be seen.

Now and then, a few massive demon beasts moved through the mountains, their roars rolling out in heavy bursts."

The sound was so loud it made the air tremble faintly, sending a chill through anyone who heard it.

Whenever Master Wellspring encountered a demon beast, he avoided it as much as possible and did not provoke a clash.

After all, the purpose of this trip was to seek the Elderheart Soulwood, not to slaughter demon beasts. One less problem was always better than one more.

At noon on the third day, the blazing sun hung high overhead. Sunlight scorched the earth, and though the climate of the northern region was comparatively cold, the light at midday still struck the eyes with a harsh glare.

Master Wellspring's flying speed gradually slowed. He raised his head and looked into the distance, and a bright glint crossed his eyes.

Ahead of them, a mountain range stretching ten thousand miles entered view. Thick fog wrapped around it, and through that heavy white shroud, ancient trees that towered into the sky and steep mountain peaks could only be seen in broken outlines.

A dense demonic aura rushed toward them head-on, pressing down with a force that was impossible to ignore.

"Aureate Heir, we have arrived. That is Beastmoor Ridge." Master Wellspring spoke toward the jade vial tucked against his chest, his voice lifted by the moment.

Jared's soul lit faintly. Through the wall of the jade vial, he could just make out the distant mountain range swallowed in thick fog, and something stirred beneath the stillness around him.

The real test had begun now.

Master Wellspring descended slowly and landed before the entrance gorge below Beastmoor Ridge.

This gorge was the sole passage into Beastmoor Ridge. On both sides, cliffs rose high enough to disappear into the clouds, and old vines covered the cliff faces.

The vines twisted and tangled over one another, packed so densely that they blanketed the entire cliff wall.

Unknown flowers bloomed among the vines. Their petals were pale green, and under the sunlight they gave off a dim green glow that looked deeply strange.

They also released a faint poisonous trace. If someone brushed against them carelessly, the toxin would likely seep in and start corroding the body.

At the mouth of the gorge stood two beast-folk adepts.

"One was a man, the other a woman.

Both carried True Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivation, their auras heavy and controlled, their faces set with solemn purpose."

Their eyes stayed fixed on the road leading in, checking every approach to keep outsiders from forcing their way through.

They were strikingly handsome, with pale skin and finely shaped features.

"But they were not like humankind.

Their ears tapered to sharp points, their pupils were vertical slits, and a faint beast aura clung to them. One look was enough to know they were no human cultivators."

The moment Master Wellspring descended, both beast-folk adepts snapped fully on guard.

"The male cultivator lifted the spear in his hand.

The weapon was black from end to end, covered in beast-race sigils, and a thin wash of frost energy seeped from its surface."

He barked at Master Wellspring, “Stop right there! This is the guarded heart of Beastmoor Ridge. Outsiders go no farther. Leave at once, or don’t blame us for what happens next!”

"Master Wellspring did not show the slightest disorder.

A mild smile touched his face, and his manner stayed respectful."

"He drew a green fox-crested warrant from inside his robes.

Carved into its surface was the image of a nine-tailed celestial fox. He had prepared it for this exact moment, to make his identity and purpose clear."

He offered the token over and spoke slowly. “Honored adepts, please don’t misunderstand. I am Master Wellspring, Sect Master of Wellspring Order. I have come today specifically to request an audience with Her Majesty the Beast Sovereign. There is an important matter I wish to discuss.”

“Please trouble yourselves to pass along the message. My thanks.”

"The male cultivator accepted the token and examined it closely for a moment.

Then he handed it to the female cultivator beside him."

"The female cultivator inspected it just as carefully.

Only after confirming there was nothing wrong with the token did she return it to Master Wellspring."

The male cultivator’s face eased a little, though his guard did not fully drop. He said to Master Wellspring, “Wait here. I’ll report to Her Majesty the Beast Sovereign now. You will remain at this spot and are not to enter without permission.”

"With that, he turned and walked into the gorge.

His figure vanished quickly into the thick fog."

"There were also quite a few beast-folk adept auras hidden around them.

Each one was faint, but together they made one thing clear: the beast race guarded this gorge with extreme tightness."

"After roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, the dense fog ahead gradually thinned.

The view before him suddenly opened wide."

"A vast vale appeared in front of them.

Strange flowers and rare grasses filled it, and streams murmured through the valley, so clear that the bottom could be seen."

"Brightly colored fish swam through the water.

The spiritual essence in the air was so dense it seemed almost ready to condense into liquid. One breath of it cleared the senses and left the soul itself feeling eased and refreshed."

Far in the distance, a towering palace stood at the center of the vale.

The palace had been built from blue-green jade, its lines ancient, plain, and solemn.

On the roof of the palace coiled the great Moonfox effigy, vast enough to command the eye at once.

The effigy looked almost alive. Majesty pressed from it in a silent wave, carrying such force that anyone who looked up at it would find their gaze lowering on its own.

That was Thornwild Palace, the residence of Beast Sovereign Morgana.

The male cultivator led Master Wellspring forward, step by step, toward Thornwild Palace.

The path underfoot was paved with blue-green jade, smooth and warm to the touch. On both sides, strange flowers and rare grasses swayed in the wind, releasing a fragrance that pulled at the senses.

Now and then, small, delicate beast-race creatures darted through the grass, their little figures quick and charming.

Master Wellspring had no room to admire any of it. He kept his guard up the whole way and held the jade phial in his arms tight, allowing no chance for the slightest mishap.

Before long, they reached the doorway of Thornwild Palace.

The great doors of Thornwild Palace rose tall and imposing, carved from black boulders. Upon them were etched two enormous nine-tailed Moonfox designs.

The designs seemed alive, their eyes full of solemn authority, as if they stood watch over the palace itself.

On either side of the doors stood the four beast-folk adepts, each at Golden Immortal Level One, each giving off a powerful presence.