The Man's Decree

Jared’s expression was a complex tapestry of concern and resolve as he cast a worried glance at Catina, who was moments away from being imprisoned within a crystalline coffin of ice. He then shifted his gaze to the grievously wounded Cloud and Feenix. Clenching his teeth with fierce determination, he hoisted them up, setting his sights on a desperate charge through the safeguarded territory of the Five Great Sects.

The sects’ sanctuary was shielded by an intricate arcane array, one that Jared could only circumvent by exiting through the designated entrance.

Time was a luxury he didn’t possess, the notion of dismantling the formation was an impossibility in such dire straits.

“Stop them!” came the stern command from Edward, prompting a flood of Celestial Sun Sect disciples to descend upon Jared like a swarm of vengeful spirits.

It was during this siege that an unexpected salvation manifested-a cascade of light poured from the heavens, forming a barrier that ensnared the cultivators.

“Mr. Chance, make haste and depart,” echoed a voice from above. The savior was Tyler, who had been drawn to the scene by the uproar. Recognizing the imminent threat to Jared, he conjured a temporary arcane array to impede the attackers.

Given the fleeting nature of Tyler’s hastily constructed defense, Jared knew he must penetrate the Five Great Sects’ territory posthaste.

he left, the fate of those remaining would be sealed; no further

grim realization set in-there was no alternative

leaving…” The path to freedom was abruptly obstructed by a cluster

ominous sign, no doubt drawn by the longstanding bounty placed by

sense of

Feenix incapacitated in his arms, the odds of breaching Celestial

mind was besieged by relentless visions of Arthur-a mentor who had always been his beacon of safety in the mundane

grim reality that Arthur might never again come to his aid was clawing at his resolve, for Jared was under

in solitude within his mountain retreat, his pen dancing across the parchment. A sudden

thoughtful stride, Arthur approached the window, his

has proclaimed a bounty via distant telepathy. The one who ends Jared’s defiance will be graced with a century of the Alliance’s offerings,” an

sects and prestigious families. Jared finds himself ensnared within the grip of the

was as elegant as her demeanor, and she queried Arthur with

level?” inquired Arthur, his voice carrying a weight of

ascended to the second level of Tribulator,” the girl reported, a hint

slow, excruciatingly so. Despite outpacing his peers, he’s still not