Jared chance novel Chapter 6412

"Jared bent down and reached out, steadily helping the aged prisoner to his feet.

A long, warm current flowed from his palm, helping the old man stabilize the chaos in his blood and breath."

"Senior, the suffering of the past has already turned its page. There is no need to keep carrying it in your heart. Walk out of this hellish cage with me. The long night will fade at last, and the flames of war that belong to our resistance against the celestials have already spread into a prairie fire. Everything ahead is still worth waiting for."

"A short while later, Jared personally led the way.

Behind him followed a group of newly freed foremost adepts and more than 1 thousand rescued cultivators who had suffered through countless torments. Together, they poured out of the Third Depth in a vast, surging line."

"Across the vast Wastelands, the sky had just brightened.

Dawn light broke through the heavy clouds and spilled over the whole earth."

"In the distance, rolling volcanic peaks stood tall and massive.

From the huge craters, thick black smoke surged upward without end."

"Dust and smoke filled the sky, blotting out the sun and swallowing its fierce light.

The whole vault of heaven was dyed a dark, oppressive red. The wind howled over the bleak Wastelands, and beneath that desolation, the will to fight rose harder in every chest."

"Jared stood alone at the very front of the formation.

His back stayed straight as an old pine, proud and unbending, while his black robes snapped and streamed in the wind. He stood there steady and towering, as if no force in the Wastelands could move him."

"Behind him, more than a thousand cultivators of every kin stood packed shoulder to shoulder, all of them given back to life from the edge of the grave.

The human race held itself with hard-won discipline. The beast race carried a fierce, fearless edge. The demons stood iron-blooded and unyielding. The Ghost Clan endured in silence with a toughness that had not cracked. The Sylvan Kin stood gentle in bearing, yet joined as one.

The Kindreds had gathered here, and every face turned toward the same road."

"Their clothes hung from them in rags. Their bodies had been stripped thin by prison and torment.

Across their skin, old scars overlapped with wounds not yet healed, the marks of torture left plain for anyone to see. Their blood and breath had not fully recovered, yet not one of them bent at the waist. Not one lowered their head like someone ready to be broken again."

"Those eyes had once been hollow, dulled by despair until even numbness had seemed like a mercy.

Now they shone like stars set deep in the dark, and inside them burned a prairie fire raised against crushing power."

"Heat filled their gazes, the kind that only came after clawing back a life that should have been lost.

Wrapped inside it was a belief hammered past the point of retreat: they would go forward, and they would not bow, even if it cost them everything."

"From a distance, they looked toward the young figure ahead, the one who had taken the banner of the Kindreds’ rebellion onto his own shoulders.

Their trust settled on him without reserve. Their lives, their road, and the fight still waiting beyond the Wastelands had all been placed in his hands."

"Jared turned slowly.

His gaze moved over the thousands behind him, over cultivators who had suffered beneath celestial oppression and endured every cruelty the prison could carve into them. His eyes stayed calm, without a ripple, while the conviction inside him held as hard as forged steel."

"Then he started forward.

Against the screaming gale, he crossed the ground step by step until he reached the broken, charred corpse of Marshal Vale not far away."

"The body had already been burned beyond recognition by chaos-flame.

Its face was gone. Its sinews and bones had been scorched dry. The killing aura that had once surrounded it had scattered until nothing remained."

"Only the alliance badge on its chest remained intact.

Cold, glaring, and untouched, it still bore the celestial crest."

"Under the darkened daylight, the metal threw back a bitter, freezing gleam.

It looked almost stubborn, as if even now it still wanted to display the old celestial arrogance, the high-and-mighty authority that had once pressed down on every living thing beneath it."

"Jared’s face went cold.

He raised his foot slowly, carrying with it the fire of the Kindreds and the will of the thousand freed cultivators behind him. Then he brought it down hard, grinding his sole into Marshal Vale’s ruined corpse."

"Inch by inch, that pressure crushed the last of the celestials’ arrogance and the empty authority they had wrapped around themselves.

It crushed the shackles of raw power. It crushed the chains of oppression."

"The gale over the Wastelands suddenly rose to a harsher scream.

It swept across the four directions, tearing up stones and dust until the air itself seemed to boil with grit."

"Jared lifted his head and squared his chest.

The will to fight surged through him like a tide breaking through stone, and his voice rose all at once, exploding across the sky like thunder from the highest heavens."

"That cry carried the towering fire and unbent will of every cultivator of the Kindreds gathered there.

It spread across a thousand miles of the Wastelands, shook the world in every direction, and cut through the air with such force that it lingered long after the words had left him."

“The Celestial Alliance bullies the weak with its strength and runs wild across the heavens. It imprisons cultivators of the Kindreds without cause, tramples living beings as it pleases, uses power to force its rules onto the world, and uses violence to crush weaker races. Tyrannical, lawless, and soaked in monstrous crimes!”

“Today, I, Jared, stand with the strength of cultivators of the Kindreds beneath the heavens. I have broken through the celestials’ hell-gaol, slain a high-ranking celestial war champion before all eyes, and torn apart the celestials’ false mask!”

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