Jared chance novel Chapter 6213

But for Jared now, that step was already within reach.

All he needed was one opening, and the next breakthrough would come as naturally as water running downhill.

These years in seclusion had turned disaster into fortune.

Jared slowly opened his eyes.

Two dazzling beams of golden light shot out of his eyes like two golden sacred swords, and in an instant they lit up the entire Pentacarna Tower.

Under that light, the demonic aura inside the tower vanished at once, wiped clean without a trace.

He slowly rose to his feet.

The aura around him drew back without leaking even a thread, but the authority coming out of his very bones still carried the kind of pressure that could make heaven and earth shake.

"The peak of High Immortal Realm Level Four..."

Jared murmured it under his breath. His voice stayed even, but it carried a faint note of approval.

He slowly raised his right hand and lightly closed it into a fist.

As his fingers tightened, he measured the power surging through him, vast and relentless, like it could never be exhausted. He also felt the dragon's might rushing through his blood, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a small, calm smile.

This time, the heavy injuries had looked deadly, the kind of ordeal that left almost no road back.

But that same brush with death had also forced his cultivation to settle completely, shattered the bottleneck in his path, and pushed his strength to a higher level.

A loss could turn into a gain. After surviving a disaster, something better could still be waiting on the other side.

He flicked his hand.

The Pentacarna Tower, floating in midair, instantly turned into a streak of light and shot straight into the Storage Ring, vanishing from sight.

Then he turned around and looked calmly at the door of the hidden chamber.

He lifted his foot and slowly walked toward it.

During these past days, he knew nothing about what had happened outside.

Jared reached out and gently pressed his hand against the hidden chamber's stone door.

"Creak..."

The heavy stone door slowly opened under that light push from his hand.

Blinding light poured in from outside the doorway.

With it came a thick, choking stench of blood, mixed with the smell of smoke and dust, hitting him head-on.

Jared's brows drew together slightly, and a cold glint flashed through his eyes.

He stepped out of the hidden chamber.

The instant he saw what lay in front of him, he stopped cold.

The city lord mansion before his eyes had long since stopped looking the way it had before he entered seclusion.

Pavilions and towers had been burned down to blackened wreckage.

The carved beams and painted eaves were snapped apart and collapsed. The garden had been reduced to ash. Cracks split the ground, blood stained it everywhere, and broken walls and shattered stone lay scattered in every direction. The whole place was a mess.

The city lord mansion, once crowded with life and wrapped in celestial energy, had turned into a silent ruin.

Everywhere he looked, the damage ran deep. The whole place carried that bleak, emptied-out stillness left behind after everything worth protecting had been torn apart.

In the air, the stink of blood, smoke, and demonic aura twisted together.

It came in harsh and heavy, thick enough to press on the chest and make breathing hard.

But what made Jared's pupils tighten even more was the sky.

Spread across it, layer after layer, was the Demon Dragon host, dark red and endless, so vast he couldn't see where it stopped. The rolling demonic aura had nearly swallowed the whole sky, and that savage presence was sweeping across heaven and earth.

Jared's gaze landed first on Roland atop the city walls.

His whole body was drenched in blood, and what little breath was left in him had already gone weak.

Jared kept looking at him.

Roland was nearly spent, nearly at the very end, yet he was still holding his ground by force. The blood on him had not even dried. The weariness in his eyes was plain to see, and so was the resolve still locked there.

A killing intent cold enough to cut to the bone surged up in Jared at once.

Roland was his brother.

He was the comrade who had followed him into battle.

And now, just to protect him, just to protect the city lord mansion, Roland had been beaten into this state.

Every bit of it had been done by the ones in the sky.

Jared's heart locked tight, as if an invisible hand had grabbed it and would not let go.

The force building inside him crashed together so hard it nearly tore out of his chest.

Then his gaze slowly lifted.

It passed over the Demon Dragon host and finally settled on the black-clad figure at the edge of the sky.

At that instant, Jared's whole body jolted, as if a thunderbolt had struck him head-on.

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