Jared chance novel Chapter 6437

"High above the sky, two figures hovered in the air.

Their sleeves shifted faintly in the wind as they followed the army at an unhurried pace, looking down the whole time on the countless forms of life below."

"Venerable Emberlain wore red robes like fire.

Around him, gold-red saintfire flowed in faint currents, and waves of searing pressure spread outward."

"Venerable Frostgrave wore silver robes like frost.

His gaze was cold and indifferent. Frost energy spread around him, freezing the surrounding void."

"The two Golden Immortals carried a steady, boundless aura.

The pressure of their cultivation level swept in every direction, and with every lift of a hand or shift of a foot, the momentum of the world seemed to move with them."

"In their eyes, the slaughter and struggles of the Sixteenth Firmament, and the desperate resistance of True Immortal cultivators, were nothing more than ants tearing at ants, dust rising and falling.

None of it was worth mentioning."

"The Golden Immortal Realm had long since broken beyond the shackles of the ordinary heavens.

From that height, they looked down over countless living beings. Crushing ordinary cultivators was as easy as lifting a hand to pinch an insect to death, simple and without a ripple."

"The army sped onward without anyone blocking its path.

Before long, it drove into the heavily fortified, magnificent heartland of the Celestial Alliance's temple, then continued straight to the temple's innermost forbidden precinct."

"Ordinary celestial cultivators could not approach this place in their entire lives.

Heavy troops guarded it year after year, and layer upon layer of wards cut off every attempt to spy or probe within."

"A thousand fathoms beneath the temple, the hidden sanctum lay buried away from the world.

It was sealed in silence, cut off from everything outside."

"The four walls of the hidden chamber had been forged from starfall iron mixed with hallowed gold.

Each wall was a full three feet thick, so hard that ordinary immortal weapons and divine relics could not shake them in the slightest."

"Across the wall surfaces, dense blood-red sealing sigils had been carved, inherited from the elder celestials.

The sigils linked into one another, weaving themselves into a Worldlock Net."

"They could both imprison the spirit and stop spiritual power from leaking out.

They could also shield the hidden workings of fate and conceal every trace of aura or movement. Even if a foremost mighty adept passed through this place, it would be difficult to notice the slightest abnormality in the hidden chamber."

"At the very center of the hidden chamber, an ancient, heavy black stone dais stood firm.

The grain of the stone looked weathered, covered in marks left by time. Clearly, it had endured the settling weight of ages beyond counting."

"Across the top of the stone dais, the ancient Soul-Refining Grand Array had been carved in spiraling, interlocking lines so dense they seemed to exhaust complexity itself.

Every groove sank deep into the black stone, tying the formation into the world's baleful yin force."

"Its sole purpose was to refine the spirits of powerful cultivators.

It stripped away stray thoughts and fixed obsessions, purified nascence soul-force, and in the end condensed everything into a pure soul-pearl for a foremost adept to devour, absorb, and use to break through cultivation barriers faster while comprehending nascence law."

"Venerable Emberlain descended slowly before the stone dais.

In his palm, the black Soul-Vault Pearl rose with deliberate care. His fingertips moved over the cool surface of the bead, while his lowered gaze fixed on that wavering violet soul-light sealed at its core."

"For a long while, he said nothing.

The hidden chamber dropped into a dead hush, with only the faint circulation of spiritual power left moving through the air."

"Only after a stretch of silence did he speak, his voice low and measured, carrying the weight of a decision that could not be taken back.

""Cassian, are we truly going to insist on refining this boy's spirit? Once we act, there will be no room to regret it."""

"Venerable Frostgrave stood behind him with his hands clasped at his back.

His silver eyes stayed hollow and still, without the slightest ripple, and when his voice came, it was flat, cold, and even."

"This boy carries innate chaotic nascence force. It is a supreme nascence left from the first opening of the world, something that might not appear once in 10 thousand years, rare to the extreme across the heavens and the myriad worlds."

"If we use the Soul-Refining Grand Array to purify and refine it, and condense a chaos-soul pearl, then once the two of us devour it, we can follow that momentum to break through our current Golden Immortal fetters, comprehend world-nascence law at a deeper level, and take the key step toward a higher cultivation level."

"""With a heaven-sized opportunity like this, with a temptation beyond measure, are the two of us supposed to hand it away and miss it for nothing?""

A hungry shine filled Venerable Frostgrave's eyes."

"Venerable Emberlain did not answer at once.

But the answer had already settled deep inside him."

Of course he could not bear to give it up.

"Chaotic force stood above ordinary celestial energy and celestial power.

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