A Man Like None Other

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.

Once he left, the fate of those remaining would be sealed; no further escape from the Five Great Sects would be possible.

The grim realization set in-there was no alternative route for departure.

“You can forget about leaving…” The path to freedom was abruptly obstructed by a cluster of figures.

of Celestial Moon

drawn by the longstanding bounty placed

Sect, a sense of utter helplessness

and Feenix incapacitated in his arms, the odds of breaching

mind was besieged by relentless visions of Arthur-a mentor who had always been his beacon

never again come to his aid was clawing at his resolve, for Jared was under the impression that Arthur had perished ages

very instant, far removed from the chaos, Arthur sat in solitude within his mountain retreat, his pen dancing across

his gaze toward the window, as if the winds themselves whispered of the turmoil

has proclaimed a

a century of the Alliance’s offerings,” an announcement broke

taken hold among the sects

Sects, and I fear for his well- being,” a girl stated, entering the

queried Arthur with a question that hung heavy in

level?” inquired Arthur,

Tribulator,” the girl reported, a hint

Tribulator…” Arthur exhaled softly, a tinge of disappointment

painfully slow,

his peers, he’s still not where he needs

him navigate the

may well

have of liberating the

girl’s words faltered, teetering on

worry, he