Jared chance novel Chapter 6098

Jared glanced at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He stepped up to the crystal bed but paused, turning toward Vivian.

"Miss Chance, I think I've figured out what this trial is really about."

Vivian lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"The illusion dredges up the deepest fear in a person's heart."

Jared spoke slowly. "What you're truly observing isn't whether we can endure the fear, but whether we can stay true to ourselves and remain unmoved."

He nodded toward the bed. "Lord Wagner's reaction showed that, inside, fear took over and his body lost control. In your view, someone like that isn't worthy to be your cultivation partner."

A brief shimmer flickered across Vivian's eyes, a tiny ripple that hadn't been there a heartbeat earlier.

Jared's remark landed with perfect precision, not off by even half a word.

She dipped her chin. "Master Chance, your eye is sharp."

Jared let a small smile climb his lips, then swung himself onto the crystal bed and lay flat on his back.

"Let's get started."

Vivian drew a long breath; green light welled in her palm again and she gave a gentle wave.

The green glow unfurled and wrapped Jared from head to toe.

He lowered his eyelids, sealing the world outside.

In the next instant the floor seemed to vanish and he plummeted into a bottomless void.

All around stretched pitch-black nothingness—no light, no sound, not even a hint of direction.

His body kept dropping, and dropping, and dropping, as though the fall would never grant an end.

This place was an illusion, a crafted dreamscape.

Yet Jared sensed it wasn't the ordinary kind meant just to startle a novice.

Something hideous lurked inside that darkness, a nightmare buried deeper than memory itself.

What form would it take?

He waited in stillness, watching.

Shadows thinned and images slowly bled through the dark.

Rania appeared first.

She stood atop Starwatch Tower in Jade Immortal City, gazing to the horizon with hope shining in her eyes.

Her outline turned glass-thin, then broke apart into countless sparks that drifted away on an unseen wind.

"Brother Jared… I'll wait for you…"

The words floated farther and softer until they dissolved altogether.

A sharp pull knotted inside Jared's chest.

The picture shattered and rebuilt itself.

Now the Morse couple filled his view.

Iron chains speared their shoulders and left them dangling in a cavern inside Sacred Mountain while blood essence and soul were sucked from their bodies, drawing screams that clawed at stone.

"Jared… save us…"

Their pleas ricocheted through the dark, shrill enough to grate bone.

Jared's brows pinched ever so slightly.

The scene cracked and shifted again.

Luther came next.

Dozens of celestial cultivators swarmed him; drenched in his own blood, he took a blade straight through the chest and sagged toward the ground.

"Mr. Chance… run…"

One of Jared's fingers twitched against his thigh.

The vision rolled over once more.

Clara the Sword Spirit took shape.

Golden chains wrapped her in layer after layer; her pained cries thinned as her figure faded, until only a wisp of cyan smoke remained before that too dispersed.

A single breath caught in Jared's throat, then even that stilled.

He made no move at all.

He recognized every frame for what it was—phantom pictures and nothing more.

They paraded the nightmare he least wished to face: watching helpless while every treasured face slipped beyond reach.

But must a nightmare steer him?

Jared kept his gaze on each dissolving face, unmoving.

His brow stayed faintly furrowed, yet his eyes lay flat and quiet like an untouched lake.

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