The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6604

Jared nodded, turned, and walked out of the tea room.

He passed through the corridor, crossed the main hall, and made his way to the courtyard residence where Gwendolyn was cultivating.

The courtyard residence was utterly still.

Only the bamboo leaves whispered in the night wind.

The Pentacarna Tower rested quietly on the stone table in the middle of the yard, a faint violet sheen moving over its surface and glinting coldly under the moon.

Jared stepped up to the stone table and pressed a hand to the Pentacarna Tower.

His spirit sense slipped inside, and at once he caught Gwendolyn's presence.

She had been cultivating inside the tower for nearly a month.

Inside, nearly ten years had passed.

Her cultivation had already broken through to Golden Immortal Level Three, and the Heart of the Abyss turned slowly within her, its icy blue light illuminating the entire tower.

Her aura was several times stronger than before, and the Frost God's power had become denser, purer.

She could feel it herself—her Ice God Bloodline had been awakened to its limit, and she was only a single step away from the full completion of the Frost God's Body.

Jared withdrew his spirit sense, the corner of his mouth lifting in quiet satisfaction.

Gwendolyn had not disappointed him.

He turned and left the courtyard residence, then headed for the Cliff of Contemplation.

The Cliff of Contemplation held the densest spiritual essence in all of Ashford Hollow.

From the cliff-top, he could look down over the entire vale and see the distant mountain peaks fading in and out beneath the moonlight.

The night wind on the cliff-top was fierce, snapping his arcane robes hard against him, but Jared seemed not to feel it at all.

He set the tower in the very center of the cliff-top.

The Pentacarna Tower stood in still silence atop the cliff, faint violet light flowing across it and flashing with a cold gleam beneath the moon.

Inside the tower, Jared sat cross-legged on the stone dais, thick chaotic aura coiling around him while a gray-violet glow flooded the entire level with light.

In front of him, resources were piled like mountains.

There were hundreds of millions of emberstone crystals, their many-colored lights weaving together until the whole level looked almost unreal.

Hundreds of thousands of healing elixirs floated in the air like a brilliant sea of stars.

Thousands of arcane implements had been stacked into hill-like mounds—swords, blades, spears, halberds, hammers, whips, cords, seals, every kind imaginable.

Tens of thousands of technique scrolls recorded the arcane arts, secret arts, formations, and elixir formulae collected by the Aureate Way and the celestials over hundreds of thousands of years.

Spirit materials were heaped everywhere, along with all manner of heavenly treasures, demon-beast cores, spirit herbs, and spirit fruit.

He had paid for every one of those resources with his life on the line in the Ancient Battlefield.

Cedric's Storage Ring, along with the Storage Rings of dozens of celestial cultivators—he had gathered everything from them here.

Jared drew in a slow breath, closed his eyes, and pushed the Focus Technique to its limit.

The chaos-flame in his spirit well surged upward with a violent rush.

Violet fire blazed through the spirit well, dragging all the surrounding spiritual essence into his body.

Chaotic force roared through his meridians, several times faster than before, and every one of them was being widened, strengthened, remade.

Every warding sigil of the Aureate Codex blazed to life.

Golden dragon sigils surfaced beneath Jared's skin and began to move slowly across his body.

Inside him, the Chaos Pearl turned in a slow, steady rhythm.

Ashen radiance poured from it, fused with the chaos-flame, and released a purer, more terrifying chaotic force.

Then he began to devour the resources.

Crystal after crystal shattered.

Thousands upon thousands of crystals were drained dry at the same time.

They collapsed into gray-white powder and piled up around him in a ring of white dust.

Spiritual water flooded into his meridians like a burst dam, only to be swallowed by the chaotic force, refined, compressed, and swallowed again.

One elixir after another burst apart.

Their medicinal force merged into a single torrent and slammed into his body.

The impact was so violent it nearly tore his meridians apart, but the Aureate Codex's warding sigils flared at once and locked that power firmly inside them.

The golden dragon sigils coursed beneath his skin, forcing every strand of medicinal force down into his spirit well.

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