A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6406

"Quickly, get up. There is no need to kneel." Jared reached out and gently helped him to his feet, his voice lowered and mild.

"There are countless others trapped farther in. We do not have time to waste. We save them now."

As soon as the words left him, Jared moved from cell to cell.

"Chaos-flame flowed over his fingertips.

Each time he raised his hand, shackles snapped, sigils melted away, and cell doors burst apart."

"One sealed, lightless prison after another was opened.

One chain after another, each one made to bind Liberty itself, was burned through and severed."

Figure after figure, each one worn down by torment, was given a new life.

More than 300 trapped human cultivators had their seals lifted one after another and broke free of their shackles.

Some curled on the floor and wept until their voices failed, pouring out the years that had hollowed them from the inside.

Some threw their heads back and laughed toward the ceiling, tears running down their faces as they breathed in Liberty after so long without it.

Some trembled all over and ran their hands along the meridians where spiritual power had returned, standing there for a long time without being able to steady themselves.

"Their dried-up spiritual power slowly revived.

Their failing bodies gradually took warmth again."

"Light returned to eyes that had been hollow.

Souls that had gone numb stirred awake once more."

In the time it took half an incense stick to burn, every cell in the First Depth had been liberated.

"The more than 300 cultivators who had regained their Liberty wiped away their tears one after another.

They forced their battered bodies to hold, bent down, and picked up the arms the celestial cultivators had left scattered across the floor."

Their eyes burned with a fierce need to make the celestials answer.

All the years the celestials had kept them caged and broken, all the humiliation ground into their bones, gathered tight in their chests.

"The celestials locked away our bodies, trampled our dignity, and butchered our kin. Today, this blood debt will be paid in blood!"

"We are willing to follow Chieftain Linford and Mr. Chance into the Second Depth, rescue more of our people, and flatten Ashenbrand Gaol!"

"Kill every celestial, overthrow the oppression, and resist to the death!"

Roars burst through the prison one after another, fierce enough to shake the cells. Fresh fighting strength filled the ranks in an instant, and the rebel force swelled even larger.

Nathaniel wiped the tear tracks from the corners of his eyes and looked back at the rescued cultivators behind him. Their morale had shot sky-high, their will to fight rolled like a storm, and something hot surged hard through his chest.

He raised his arm and shouted, his voice booming across the open space.

"My fellow kin, the suffering is over, and the shackles are broken! Follow me into the Second Depth and save more trapped champions of every kin!"

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

"Charge the Second Depth! Flatten Ashenbrand Gaol!"

The answering cries thundered through the prison. Countless figures surged after him in a vast, driving tide, rushing straight for the entrance to the Second Depth.

The flames of war spread. The killing rose to a higher pitch, and the war horn of liberation rang through the entire blazing cage.

After they passed through the narrow passage from the First Depth, the Second Depth barrier loomed into sight.

Compared with the rough defenses of the First Depth, Ashenbrand Gaol's Second Depth had doubled its defensive strength outright. The guard was tighter, and the fighters posted there were far sharper.

Two hundred elite celestial cultivators stood in layered ranks along the vital entrance route. Every one of them held a cultivation level above the fifth tier of the True Immortal Realm.

With the Gallows Array built specifically to trap and kill, their offense and defense fused into one. Every strike and every guard position supported the next.

The Second Depth Warden leading them had reached True Immortal Realm Level Seven. His methods were vicious, he excelled at binding arts, and among the celestials' middle ranks, he counted as one of the hardest men to deal with.

Ahead of the crowd, an unimaginably heavy golden severance veil sealed the passage shut.

The screen of light was far thicker than the one in the First Depth. Across its surface, ancient and densely tangled elder God-King runes had been carved.

The golden radiance was dense and condensed, giving off a vast ancient divine pressure.

The veiled bulwark stretched across their path, cutting off every way forward. Its weight pressed down so heavily that anyone standing before it had to look twice.

The Level Seven warden stood in front of the screen of light with the Aureate Crozier in hand, his face carrying a hard, superior chill.

When his eyes moved to Jared, ridicule and contempt filled his stare, and his voice came out like a blade dragged over ice.

"Jared, you're nothing but a True Immortal Realm Level Two cultivator. You relied on some strange secret art and crooked tricks to take the First Depth by luck, and now you think you're invincible?"

"This God-King's Sealing Veil guarding the Second Depth was personally refined and empowered by the God-King of elder days. It contains the God-King's nascence force. It is solid and undying."

"Forget a low-level cultivator like you. Even a foremost adept at True Immortal Realm Level Nine could attack with full strength and still have no hope of breaking it in a short time!"

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