Jared chance novel Chapter 6367

The five companions left the ruins and stepped onto the ice plains.

Silver-red moonlight spilled across the ice, stretching their shadows long, then longer still.

Behind them, the white light pouring out of the massive chasm slowly dimmed, like a door swinging shut.

As the chasm closed, the ancient aura inside the ruins faded with it.

What remained on the ice plains was only the cutting wind and a sky full of blowing ice shards.

Jared slowed, then stopped outright. He turned and looked back.

The chasm had already sealed shut completely.

The ice lay smooth as a mirror, with no mark left behind.

But something kept pulling at him.

The ruins had been opened. The aura inside had leaked out.

And on these ice plains, under the celestials' tight watch, there was no way a disturbance like that had gone unnoticed.

"Move faster." His voice came out quiet, but the push behind it was clear.

Gwendolyn glanced at him and said nothing.

She could sense it too.

When the ruins opened, the Frost God's power pouring out had been far too dense. Any cultivator within a thousand miles would have picked up on it.

If the celestial patrol was anywhere nearby, it would not take them long to track the group down.

Alaric walked at the very front of the group, each step steady.

His cultivation had already broken through to the True Immortal Realm Level Eight.

Compared to before he was frozen away, he had risen a full cultivation level.

There was no sign of celebration on his face.

Only weight.

He knew the Celestial Alliance would never let a single bearer of the Ice God Bloodline slip by.

That had been true thousands of years ago.

It was still true now.

Elara followed behind Alaric, her snow-white hair streaming in the wind.

In her hand was a frost-blue frostwhip, a faint cold gleam flowing along its length.

Her eyes kept sweeping the area around them, watching for any danger that might surface.

Cedric brought up the rear in silence.

He held an ice spear in his hand, and the cold sheen at its tip flickered under the moonlight with a dim blue glow.

His footsteps were so light they were almost impossible to hear.

But his eyes were bright, bright as stars hung in the middle of the night.

The five companions raced across the ice plains for about 2 hours.

Then, along the horizon ahead, streaks of golden radiance began to appear.

The light was faint, so faint it was nearly impossible to make out.

But Jared's chaotic force reacted to every kind of power, and he caught it the moment it appeared.

"Stop." Jared raised a hand, signaling everyone to halt.

All five of them stopped at once and dropped flat against the ice.

Jared lowered himself all the way down, pressed one ear to the frozen surface, and closed his eyes.

Chaotic force surged out of him and spread forward along the ice.

Up ahead, he caught dozens of auras rushing closer fast—golden, scorching, carrying the celestials' unmistakable holy radiance.

"The celestial pursuers."

Jared opened his eyes. His voice stayed even.

"A True Immortal Realm Level Eight is leading them. At least thirty cultivators above the fifth tier of the True Immortal Realm."

Alaric's pupils tightened. "Thirty? We only have five people."

"Not thirty."

Jared rose to his feet and looked toward that faint, flickering band of golden radiance in the distance.

"It's thirty-seven. The leader is at True Immortal Realm Level Eight, middle-phase. There are also three at True Immortal Realm Level Seven. The rest are all Level Five and Level Six."

Gwendolyn drew her brows together. "Can we take them?"

Jared said nothing for a moment.

Then he smiled.

The smile was faint, so faint it nearly wasn't there at all.

But the instant it appeared, a chill ran through the others.

"We can."

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