Jared chance novel Chapter 6370

By the evening of the third day, the mountain range appeared ahead of them.

It stretched on without end. The mountain peaks stabbed into the clouds, and thick vegetation covered the slopes, turning the whole range a deep green beneath the setting sun.

The entrance to the gorge was a narrow passage. Steep cliffs rose on both sides, covered in vines and moss, and at a glance it looked no different from any other mountain gully.

Alaric stopped and stared at the gorge ahead. His brow pulled tight.

"This is it? Freevale?"

Jared didn't answer.

He walked to the mouth of the gorge, closed his eyes, and drew the chaotic force out from inside himself.

Violet radiance spread forward along the ground. It moved like a soundless snake, slipping into the cracks between the rocks deep inside the gorge.

A moment later, he opened his eyes.

The corner of his mouth lifted.

"There's a ward. Hidden well. If you weren't deliberately searching for it, you'd never find it."

He reached into his robe and took out the silver-white jade slip, then held it in his palm.

A faint glow flowed across the jade slip, and that light resonated with some force hidden in the depths of the gorge.

On the rock walls to either side of the gorge, the vines and moss that had looked completely ordinary began to glow. Those lights gathered into sigils. The sigils flashed in the air a few times, then slowly faded away.

The entrance to the gorge changed.

The passage that had looked narrow widened out. A smooth stone road appeared underfoot, and on both sides of the road stood two rows of stone pillars carved all over with warding sigils.

At the far end of the stone road, the outline of a stone door could just barely be seen.

"Let's go." Jared stepped forward first.

The five companions followed the stone road deeper in.

The stone road ran long and crooked. Every so often, cave mouths appeared in the mountain walls on either side, and figures could be seen watching from inside, but no one came out to stop them.

They wore all kinds of clothes. Some were from the human race, some from the beast race, some were demon, and there were even a few from the Ghost Clan.

None of them were weak. The lowest among them was at True Immortal Realm Level Four.

They watched Jared's group with caution in their eyes, and curiosity too.

At the end of the stone road stood a stone door.

The stone door was enormous, more than 30 yards high, carved from a single mass of mountain rock. Two huge characters were cut into it—Liberty.

Two guards stood before it, both from the human race, both at True Immortal Realm Level Six.

The instant they saw the silver-white jade slip in Jared's hand, their expressions shifted, and they quickly stepped aside.

"Elder Gideon Blackthorn's token?" One of the guards spoke with a shake in his voice.

Jared gave a small nod. "I want to see your Chieftain."

The guards traded a look.

Then one of them turned and ran through the stone door.

A moment later, the stone door began to open, slow and heavy.

An open vale lay beyond it.

It was enormous.

The eye couldn't find the end of it at a glance.

Wooden houses and stone halls stood everywhere within the vale.

They were scattered across every corner in an easy, orderly spread.

A small river ran through the vale, clear to the bottom.

A few fallen leaves drifted across its surface.

By the river, some people were washing clothes.

Others were drawing water.

Others were talking.

Children chased each other across the clearing, their laughter ringing bright and sharp.

On a distant slope, people were training.

The clash of blades and the sound of shouted voices mixed together, filling the place with noise and life.

This didn't look like a hidden stronghold.

It looked more like an ordinary mountain village.

Jared stood in the doorway and took it all in.

Something rose in him that refused a clean name.

These people—these people the celestials had crushed, hunted, and driven out—had built a home here.

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