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.

sealed; no further escape from the Five Great

was no

obstructed by a cluster of figures. Before him stood Stuart of Celestial Moon Sect, flanked by his

doubt drawn by the longstanding bounty placed by the Demon Seal

Moon Sect, a sense of utter helplessness washed

incapacitated in his arms, the odds of

Arthur-a mentor who

aid was clawing

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

the window, his eyes searching the

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

prestigious families. Jared finds himself ensnared within the grip of the southern region’s Five Great Sects, and I fear

and she queried Arthur with a question that hung heavy in

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

of Tribulator,” the

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