The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6595

Florian swung his golden spear and blasted apart several skeletons lunging at him.

His golden eyes were bloodshot.

“Retreat! Everyone, fall back!”

The celestials desperately pulled back, but the remnant souls refused to let them go and kept hunting them down.

Several more celestial cultivators were caught and torn to pieces.

Jaw clenched, Florian yanked a golden jade talisman from his robes and crushed it.

The talisman exploded and became a golden barrier that enclosed all the remaining celestial cultivators.

The remnant souls slammed into the barrier and were thrown back, shrieking in piercing agony.

With the surviving celestial cultivators under the protection of the golden barrier, Florian fled into the distance, the shield of light turning around them and holding the remnant souls at bay.

Jared stood on a distant hill, watching the celestials flee in disarray.

His violet eyes didn't flicker once.

Cedric stepped out from behind a massive boulder and came to stand beside him.

He watched the celestials' retreating figures, a satisfied smile curling across his lips beneath those red-gold eyes.

"Beautifully played, Mr. Chance. You took out more than a dozen in one stroke, and the rest are badly crippled."

Jared said nothing.

His gaze stayed fixed on the far horizon, where the celestials' sky-barge was already speeding away.

They wouldn't let this go.

They would regroup, recover, and come back.

And next time, they'd be far more careful.

They wouldn't fall for the same trap so easily.

"What now?" Cedric asked.

Jared drew his gaze back and turned toward the southwestern reaches.

"We keep moving. We go to the tomb of that powerful adept. Before the celestials return, we take the treasure and get out of here."

Cedric nodded and fell in behind him.

More than a dozen cultivators from the Abyssal Exchange emerged from their hiding places and took up position behind the group.

The party continued southwest.

After roughly 2 hours, the landscape ahead changed without warning.

The gray-white earth vanished.

In its place stood a dense forest.

The trees were immense and ancient. Some of them had likely stood for more than 100 thousand years, their trunks so thick it would have taken dozens of people linking arms to circle them.

Their canopies sealed off the world overhead, blotting out the gray sky completely.

Only thin strands of light slipped through gaps in the leaves, scattering uneven patches across the ground.

The air was heavy with damp earth and the rot of fallen leaves. Every so often, a few birdcalls drifted down from deep within the canopy, making the whole place feel eerily still.

But Jared's spirit sense told him the silence was a lie.

Dangerous presences were buried all through the forest—ancient demon beasts sleeping beneath the roots, venomous insects hidden among the leaves, and spatial nodes twisted by some force of realm-law into deadly traps.

"Something's wrong with this forest."

Jared stopped and swept a look around them, his violet eyes cold and alert. "The aura in there is too chaotic. Demon beasts, poisonous insects, spatial traps. If we go in blind, we could walk straight into danger."

Cedric pulled out a jade slip from his sleeve and sent his spirit sense into it.

A moment later, he looked up, his expression darkening.

"The jade slip doesn't mark this forest at all. The Abyssal Exchange never gathered any information on it."

No information.

That meant everything here was unknown.

And unknown meant danger.

"We go around," Jared said without hesitation. "Skirt the edge of the forest."

The group detoured around the forest and continued along a dried-up riverbed on the northern side.

About 1 hour later, the terrain changed again.

The dry riverbed disappeared.

A massive swamp spread out in its place.

The swamp was choked with black sludge. Bubbles rose through it, and every time one burst, it released a sharp, poisonous stench.

White bone fragments and the rotting remains of plants floated across the surface.

Now and then, half-buried skeletons showed through the mire. Their bones came in different colors—white, gold, black—the remains of powerful figures from different races and different levels of cultivation.

A thick layer of gray mist hung over the swamp.

It churned with heavy poison and jagged spatial fissures.

His burial goods were lavish—emberstone crystal, healing elixirs, arcane implements, technique scrolls.

Everything was here.

But Jared wasn't looking at any of it.

His attention had already gone to the deepest part of the burial chamber.

A stone coffin sat there.

It was pure white from end to end, made of ten-thousand-year spirit-jade, its surface packed tight with sealing sigils.

In the darkness, those sigils gave off a faint glow.

They looked like they were holding something down.

Beside the stone coffin lay a Storage Ring.

It was silver-white, with a faint wash of Space Law moving across its surface.

One glance was enough to know it was no ordinary item.

The instant Cedric saw the Storage Ring, heat flashed in his eyes.

He strode toward it at once.

He only made it two steps before Jared caught him and stopped him.

"Wait." Jared's voice came low. "There's something inside the stone coffin."

Cedric went rigid.

He turned toward the stone coffin.

For one brief instant, fear flashed through his red-gold eyes.

"What... what is it?"

Jared didn’t answer.

He sent his spirit sense into the stone coffin and reached for the presence sealed inside.

The aura was terrifyingly strong—so strong that the instant his spirit sense touched it, it was violently thrown back.

That presence didn’t belong to the dead.

It was the aura of someone living.

Whoever was inside the stone coffin was still alive.

Or maybe more accurately, whatever existed inside it had never died at all.