The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6533

"Glacier, what the hell are you hesitating for?"

Out of nowhere, an aged voice drifted in from no one could tell where.

The instant he heard it, Venerable Glacier froze, shock and joy flaring across his face.

"Ancestor? Ancestor, was that your voice? Where are you?"

Venerable Glacier shouted, unable to hide his excitement.

The moment Gwendolyn heard it, she knew the speaker was Aldric—the Ancestor of the Frost Deity Branch inside Jared's consciousness field.

"Senior, our Frost Deity Branch Ancestor has only a wisp of remnant soul left. Right now, he's surviving inside Jared's consciousness field, waiting for a chance to rebuild his body."

That was what Gwendolyn told Venerable Glacier.

"What?" Venerable Glacier stared at Jared, disbelief written all over his face. "How is that possible? How could the Ancestor's remnant soul be inside this Jared's consciousness field?"

"In the Fourteenth Firmament, we happened to learn of a passage into the Ancient Battlefield, so we entered it and encountered the Ancestor's remnant soul there."

"Jared's consciousness field is vast, and he also has the Aureate Codex. That's the only reason the Ancestor's remnant soul has been able to survive inside him."

Gwendolyn explained it as simply as she could.

What she didn't dare say was that Aldric had tried to body-snatch Jared. But the instant that remnant soul entered Jared's consciousness field, the Aureate Codex had suppressed him, and now he was staying there obediently.

"I don't believe it..." Venerable Glacier shook his head, refusing to accept it.

It was too absurd.

The Ancestor of the Frost Deity Branch had vanished tens of thousands of years ago. How could he suddenly be inside the consciousness field of some kid in the True Immortal Realm?

"You little bastard, you can't even recognize my voice anymore, and you still dare say you don't believe it?"

This time, Aldric's voice unmistakably came from Jared's body.

It wasn't loud. If anything, it sounded weak.

But age and authority ran through it deep enough to pierce bone, like a thread of cold seeping out from the deepest layer of ten-thousand-year ice.

The voice drifted over the square, and everyone who heard it shivered.

Not because the air had actually turned colder, but because something ancient beyond measure lived inside that voice—something that made the soul tremble on instinct.

Venerable Glacier went rigid atop the war-chariot.

His hand stopped in midair, his fingers still caught in the same uncertain gesture he'd been holding a moment before.

The ice-blue robes went still.

Even the frost coating the war-chariot thickened in silence.

He had lived for tens of thousands of years. He had clawed his way out of the blood-soaked ruin of the Frost Deity Branch, built Deepvault Cloister under the celestials' contempt and exclusion, and long ago believed there was nothing left in this world that could make him lose control.

But now his eyes were trembling.

That voice.

The voice he had thought he would never hear again.

"An... Ancestor?"

His voice came out raw, so hoarse it barely sounded like his own, as if he hadn't used that title in tens of thousands of years. "It really is you? You're still alive? You... weren't you lost in the ancient war..."

"What stupid nonsense."

Aldric's voice came from inside Jared, edged with impatience, weakness, and the savage relief of finally speaking again after being doubted by his descendants for tens of thousands of years.

"If I were dead, how the hell would I be talking to you right now? What, you think you're hearing a ghost?"

Venerable Glacier's hand jerked.

The ice-blue robes stirred without wind, frost whispering off the hem.

He parted his lips, trying to speak, but before a word could come out, Aldric was already cursing again.

"Glacier, you worthless bastard!"

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