The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5603

Ripping through layer after layer of reality, Jared finally broke into level eight. The passage had been torturously slow and brutally costly, yet every mile had tempered his spirit and flesh like molten ore in a celestial forge.

At the Celestial Guard Corps' royal stronghold, Onneas saw him arrive and hurried forward, worry etched across her features.

"Ms. Dusko, what happened? Was it truly so urgent that you had to chase me all the way to level five?"

Jared swung back toward Onneas, concern already clouding his eyes.

"Jared, the Celestial King might be in serious danger."

"What? The Celestial King is in trouble? How do you know?" He drew his brows tight, his pulse hammering in his ears.

"The Celestial King left for level nine half a year ago, taking Jaehaerys and Brennan with him. Every three months, he sends a voice-transmission jade to me. Yet six months have slipped past, and I still hear nothing—not a flicker from the Celestial King, not a breath from either hall lord."

A chill premonition slid down Jared's spine; whatever had happened up there was nothing ordinary.

"Don't panic. I'm headed for level nine anyway—I'll find out what's happened to him. But once I'm there, how am I supposed to reach the Celestial King?"

"All we ever used was the communication device," Onneas admitted. "He never told me his exact whereabouts."

Jared exhaled, frustration clipping his breath. Level nine spanned realms upon realms; finding one man there would be harder than looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Here—this is the Seeker Token. The instant you come within a thousand miles of the Celestial King, it will stir." She produced a slim bronze token, scarcely larger than a thumb, and pressed it into his palm.

"I leave at once. Hold the Celestial King Palace safe until I return."

Rescue or no rescue, Jared had to ascend. The palace now flew his banner; abandonment was not an option. Besides, the Vermilion Demon Lord needed his body reformed, and level nine offered the only hope of forging one.

"Jared, level nine seethes with peril—please, take care of yourself."

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