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.

those remaining would be sealed; no further

set in-there was

to freedom was abruptly obstructed by a cluster of figures. Before him stood Stuart of Celestial Moon Sect, flanked by

doubt drawn by the longstanding bounty placed by the

a sense of

incapacitated in his arms, the odds of breaching Celestial Moon

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

Arthur might never again come to his aid was clawing at his resolve, for Jared was under the impression that Arthur had perished

Arthur sat in solitude within his mountain retreat, his pen dancing across the parchment. A sudden premonition drew his gaze toward the window, as

thoughtful stride, Arthur approached the window,

one who ends Jared’s defiance will be graced with a century of the Alliance’s offerings,”

ensnared within the grip of the southern region’s Five Great Sects, and I fear for his

elegant as her demeanor, and she queried Arthur with a

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

to the second level of Tribulator,” the girl reported,

Arthur exhaled softly, a tinge of disappointment in his tone. “That’s painfully slow, excruciatingly so.