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.

the fate of those remaining would be sealed;

was

cluster of figures.

ominous sign, no doubt drawn by the

Celestial Moon Sect, a sense of utter

the odds of breaching Celestial Moon Sect’s defenses were

was besieged by relentless visions of Arthur-a mentor who had always

the grim reality that Arthur might never again come to his aid was clawing at

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

window, his eyes searching the horizon, riddled

proclaimed a bounty via distant telepathy. The one who ends Jared’s defiance will be graced with a century of

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

her demeanor, and she queried Arthur

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

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

“That’s painfully slow, excruciatingly so. Despite outpacing his peers, he’s still