Jared chance novel Chapter 6357

Early the next morning, before daylight had even broken, the square in Cloudrest was already packed.

At the center of the square stood a stone dais.

Three supreme treasures rested on top of it.

The Reincarnation Core was black as night. The Soulkindling Flame blazed bright as day. The Nether Lamp sat there with the same ancient, unadorned weight it had always carried.

The light from all three treasures wove together and flooded the entire square with brightness.

Jared stood before the stone dais.

Purple chaotic force coursed around him.

Behind him stood Alaric, Lydia, Hadrian, Malachy, Windclear, Gwendolyn, Gideon, and the warriors who had survived.

Every eye was fixed on him.

"Let's begin," Jared said, his voice even.

He lifted his right hand and poured chaotic force into the Reincarnation Core.

Silver patterns on the Reincarnation Core began to light up, like countless winding rivers glimmering in the dark with a dim nether light.

Reincarnation power surged out of the pearl and gathered above the stone dais into a mass of gray mist.

Then he raised his left hand and sent chaotic force into the Soulkindling Flame.

The Soulkindling Flame's golden fire swelled in a sudden burst and turned into a golden fire dragon that circled above the stone dais.

Everywhere the fire dragon passed, the gray mist caught fire and spread into a golden Sea of Flame.

Then Jared lifted the Nether Lamp in both hands and poured chaotic force into it.

The ancient sigils on the Nether Lamp lit up one after another.

At its center, the Netherflame began to leap, growing fiercer and brighter by the moment.

Above the stone dais, the power of the three supreme treasures converged.

Reincarnation power, the Soulkindling Flame, and Netherflame twisted together overhead, the three forces braiding into a single pillar of light that shot straight up.

The pillar was 100 yards thick. It punched into the sky and ripped a massive opening through the clouds.

Sunlight poured through the tear and spilled across the square, stretching every shadow long over the ground.

Then the pillar vanished.

In the air above the stone dais, a pitch-black chasm appeared.

It spanned several yards across. Its edges were smooth as a mirror, without even the slightest ripple of spatial backlash.

Beyond the chasm, a gray, hazy world could just barely be seen.

That was the Reincarnation Division, the waystation for Ghost Clan souls.

"The passage is open. It can only hold for 30 breaths," Jared said.

He turned and looked at Alaric and Lydia.

"Go."

Tears swam in Alaric's eyes, but he did not let them fall.

He drew in a deep breath, straightened his back, and stepped into the chasm first.

Lydia looked at Jared, gave a small nod, and followed behind her father.

Jared turned and looked at Hadrian, Malachy, Windclear, Gwendolyn, and Gideon.

"Hold Cloudrest. Wait for us to come back."

Hadrian tightened his grip on the war axe. "Don't worry. Anybody who dares come near Cloudrest, I'll split him in half."

Malachy nodded. "The disciples of Shadow Hall will hold every gate."

Windclear closed his hand around the broken sword. "Every ward of the Wandering Cultivators Alliance has already been activated. Not even a fly is getting in."

Gwendolyn looked at Jared and said nothing, but something faint flickered in her eyes—trust, expectation, or maybe something else.

He turned and stepped into the chasm.

Behind him, the chasm slowly closed.

Jared landed on a stretch of gray-white stone steps.

The stone steps were broad, dozens of yards wide, with bottomless abysses yawning on both sides.

Gray mist rolled through the abyss on both sides. Inside it, countless blurred figures drifted in and out of view. They were the Ghost Clan souls trapped in the Reincarnation Division. For tens of thousands of years, they had done nothing but wait.

The stone steps stretched so far ahead that the end couldn't be seen.

Every 100 miles along both sides of the stone steps, a stone pillar rose from the gloom.

Ancient sigils covered each one from top to bottom, flickering with a dim blue light through the gray mist.

Bronze-colored lanterns hung from the tops of the stone pillars.

A ghostly green flame burned inside them, casting clear light over the entire path of the stone steps.

Alaric and Lydia stood on the stone steps and stared at the figures drifting through the gray mist.

Tears kept running down their faces.

"These... these are all our clansmen..."

Alaric's voice shook. "For tens of thousands of years, they've been trapped here... unable to enter rebirth, unable to leave..."

"How do we save them?" Lydia said, tightening her grip on the wraithblade.

Jared walked to the middle of the stone steps and looked around.

"The seal on the Reincarnation Division is in the deepest part. We need to reach the end."

The three of them started forward along the stone steps.

The stone steps went on and on.

After about 2 hours of walking, there was still no end in sight.

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