The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5692

Phosphorescent eyes glowed within those statues, bending the very air around them until light itself seemed to shudder.

Jared's Golden Dragon Bloodline roared, resonating with the crystal. Through that link, he sensed Cyanna and Coall trapped inside, their emotions surging with urgency and hope.

Cautiously, he muted his aura and watched from afar.

The void around the tower rippled ceaselessly, a tapestry of overlapping spatial fractures far deadlier than before.

Like a boulder hurled into a still lake, the tower's ancient waves had already alerted every power across the Ninefold Heaven. Within half a day, the barren rim of Nullrift Gorge swarmed with hundreds of cultivators, turning the wasteland into a simmering powder keg.

Robed disciples, armored mercenaries, and lone wanderers ringed the Beast-Subduing Tower like flotsam around a maelstrom. Their breaths told the tale of realms conquered—from the tentative glow of the Human Immortal Realm to the blinding brilliance of the Heavenly Immortal Realm—and every gaze burned toward the ancient tower, where muted bursts of light teased from beneath weather-scarred stone.

"There's no doubt—that is the Demon Seal Tower recorded in the oldest chronicles!" A voice cracked with excitement. "Its inner space never ends. Somewhere inside lie the heirlooms and legacies of prehistoric beasts!"

"Legend says the tower drifts through a thousand realms at whim. Who would have dreamed it would show up on level nine? This is fortune on a cosmic scale!"

"Look at the four stone lions at the base. Those statues anchor the formation. Until that core shatters, the doorway is nothing more than a dream!"

Temptation soon outweighed caution. Someone lunged.

A wandering cultivator at the early Heavenly Immortal Realm unfurled into a streak of argent light, knifing straight for the entrance.

Buzz!

When he crossed the three-hundred-meter mark, the lions' hollow eyes lit with eldritch flame. An invisible wall of space congealed out of thin air. He slammed into it like a sparrow into granite. The rebound fired him back even faster, ribs shattering, blood fountaining from his lips. By the time his broken body hit the dust, life clung to him by a single, fraying thread.

The spectacle doused every impulsive heart as surely as winter rain.

"That formation is brutal. Brute force won't cut it."

"The formation weaves the laws of dimension itself—subtle beyond belief. Only combined strength will crack it!"

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