Jared chance novel Chapter 6449

"Just then, the badly wounded Venerable Starwick slowly raised a hand.

His voice came low, but it cut through the hall. ""All of you, stop... Let the two of them leave with the Soul-Vault Pearl."""

"The assembled Golden Immortals had plenty they could not swallow down, but none of them dared defy the Hall Master's command.

One by one, they could only give way, their retreat carrying all the stiffness of men forced to step aside."

"Venerable Emberlain and Venerable Frostgrave said nothing more.

Seizing the opening, they turned and walked quickly out of the Soul-Refining Hall. That very night, they withdrew from the inner precincts of Pole Star Hall, cutting themselves loose without hesitation."

Only after the two had gone far did one Golden Immortal lower his voice, still unable to make sense of it. "Hall Master, why not order us to join hands and stop them? Why not take back the Soul-Vault Pearl by force? That relic is priceless. We absolutely can't just let it walk away for nothing!"

"Venerable Starwick forced down the tearing pain in his spirit and slowly shook his head.

A shadow remained deep in his eyes, wary and hard to erase. ""That relic is far too terrible. Its level is supreme, far beyond anything we are fit to covet or touch."""

"If we force the two of them to stay, we will only trigger another backlash from the relic. It could drag all of Pole Star Hall into destruction with it. The loss would outweigh the gain, and we would only be setting fire to ourselves."

"He paused for a brief moment.

Then a cold, vicious glint cut through the depth of his eyes, and his order dropped in a heavy voice. ""Send trusted elite scouts immediately. Have them follow those two from far behind in secret and monitor every move they make. They are not to approach, not to alert them, and not to startle the snake in the grass."""

"I want to see where those two can go next, and what retreat they still have, once they lose Pole Star Hall as their backing while holding such a scalding relic in their hands."

"Venerable Emberlain and Venerable Frostgrave did not dare stop for even a moment.

Under cover of night, they tore through the air at full speed, putting more and more distance between themselves and the territories of Pole Star Hall. Along the way, they avoided every watch-ward and patrolling cultivator, shook off the eyes and ears posted through the route, and fled day and night without rest."

"They flew hard for an entire night.

Only when the three blazing suns rose together at the edge of the sky and morning light spilled across the land did the two finally leave Pole Star Hall's sphere of power behind completely."

"Only after confirming that no pursuers were closing in behind them and no powerful adepts were blocking the way ahead did they slowly descend.

They came to a stop on a deserted reach of the Wastelands, alone beneath the open sky."

"All around them stretched harsh hills and barren ridges, one after another.

The grasses and trees had yellowed. Wind drove sand in bursts. Spiritual essence was thin, and not a trace of human presence could be found.

No order had stationed itself here, and no powerful adept stood guard over the land. Remote, bleak, and difficult to search or track, it was exactly the kind of temporary shelter they needed."

"Venerable Emberlain stopped and slowly turned back.

His face had gone dark as still water, and every word came edged with violence. ""Old Starwick has the heart of a wolf. Selfish, cold, and ready to turn on us the moment it suits him. All he wanted was to swallow the relic whole, without the slightest regard for the work and risk we put in. This debt, I will remember."""

"Venerable Frostgrave's expression remained cool and clear.

He gave a slight nod, then lifted his hand and drew the Soul-Vault Pearl from his sleeve, holding it in his palm as he examined it carefully."

"Inside the pearl, the violet soul lay steady and silent.

The Aureate Codex's golden radiance appeared and vanished faintly, quiet as always, without the slightest abnormal movement."

"The road through Pole Star Hall is completely closed to us now."

Venerable Frostgrave laid out the situation with clean, measured clarity. "The lands of the Seventeenth Firmament are vast, and the powers here are tangled together. Pole Star Hall is not the only Golden Immortal power holding ground. We can find other allies and borrow their strength to break this deadlock."

"Allies? Where are we supposed to find allies?" Venerable Emberlain let out a cold laugh, the strain in it too rough to hide.

"Among all the direct celestial powers in the Seventeenth Firmament, Pole Star Hall is the largest, the strongest in battle, and the widest in connections. The other lesser celestial powers are thin in cultivation and weak in combat strength. They have no ability to help us activate the high-order Soul-Refining Grand Array together. They will not be of the slightest use."

"The major factions of the human race, the beast race, and the Elderblood Kin all stand against one another and fight year after year. They have never been on good terms with us celestials. If anything, they would seize the chance to snatch the relic. They would never offer help in good faith. Right now, we have nowhere left to go."

"Venerable Frostgrave fell silent for a moment.

His gaze swept over the vast Wastelands around them, then lifted toward the far edge of the sky. When he spoke again, his voice came slow and steady. ""If there is no road left, then we settle here for now. Stabilize ourselves, recover our nascence, and take the long view. We can plan a way out step by step. There is no need to rush this all at once."""

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