The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6576

Jared thought for a moment. "The Thirty-Six Firmaments."

"Then do you know what lies above those the Thirty-Six Firmaments?"

Jared fell silent.

Above the the Thirty-Six Firmaments... what was there?

He had never even considered the question.

Everything Jared had ever learned told him the celestial realm was the the Thirty-Six Firmaments.

And the the Thirty-Six Firmaments were the ceiling of everything.

The celestials' high sanctuary was in the Twentieth Firmament. The Divine King was there too.

As far as he knew, that was the whole picture.

"Beyond the celestial realm lies a vast cosmic river of stars. And the celestial realm is only an insignificant speck within it.

"And somewhere in that sea of stars is a place called the Godrealm."

A gravity rarely heard in Alaric's voice made the words hit even harder.

"That is where the celestials' true foundations lie. The high sanctuary in the Twentieth Firmament is nothing more than a tentacle the celestials of the celestial realm extend into the Lower Realm. Only those above the Golden Immortal Realm barely know even a fragment of the truth about the Godrealm."

The Godrealm.

It was the first time Jared had ever heard the word.

Thoughts crashed through his mind one after another.

If the celestials' true foundations were in the Godrealm beyond the celestial realm, then the celestial powers he had fought before were only the tip of the iceberg?

No.

Not even that.

Only celestials above the Golden Immortal Realm qualified as the lowest rung of their race, and even they knew only a sliver of the Godrealm's truth.

As for the celestial cultivators beneath the high sanctuary—those below the Golden Immortal rank—they didn't even count as the bottom tier.

They were trash...

Maybe the celestials in the Godrealm didn't even know those clansmen existed.

Off to the side, Gwendolyn listened in stunned silence.

Their high sanctuary's eight branch lines had spent all this time scheming against one another, clawing over the so-called throne of Divine King.

And in the end, these people who had always called themselves noble celestials didn't even qualify as the lowest level of their own race.

Maybe they weren't celestials at all.

The impact of it made Gwendolyn feel dizzy, like the whole world had tilted under her feet.

"Mr. Chance, you've heard the phrase 'the heavens and the myriad worlds,' haven't you? You didn't actually think the celestial realm was the highest place among all those worlds."

Alaric's voice seemed to come from somewhere impossibly far away, each word like a boulder dropping straight onto Jared's chest.

Jared felt a cold prickle race across his back.

His mind was a complete blur.

It was like someone who had studied desperately all his life, believing that once he got into college and graduated, he would become one of the most learned people in the world.

And then, the moment he finally got there, someone told him college was nothing.

Above it were master's degrees, doctorates, academicians...

A college student was the cheapest, least valuable one of the lot.

Jared drew in a deep breath and forced down the turmoil churning inside him.

"Senior," Jared said at last, his voice rough, "how do you know all this?"

After all, Alaric was only at Golden Immortal Realm Level Five, a cultivator from the Eighteenth Firmament.

How could he possibly know this much?

Even the celestials themselves didn't seem to know about the Godrealm.

Yet Alaric did.

Alaric smiled.

"I only know this much because I happened to obtain a thread of inheritance from my forebears. Beyond that, I don't know anything else."

"Senior, then is the power of the Aureate Way just as vast?" Jared asked.

Alaric nodded.

"The Aureate Way's power across the heavens and the myriad worlds is far greater than what you've seen. In the entire celestial realm, every firmament has orders of the Aureate Way. Other realms have them too. Even in the mundane world, there are branches of the Aureate Way."

Images flashed through Jared's mind—the shrine-complexes in the mundane world, the wayfarer-priests, the arcane arts of the Aureate Way...

It wasn't because he was Jared.

It was because he had cultivated the Aureate Codex.

In the face of that, who he was didn't matter. Where he came from didn't matter. Even the level of his cultivation didn't matter.

What mattered was this: he was the heir to the Aureate Codex, the heir to the forebears of the Aureate Way, the first person in hundreds of thousands of years with the right to command the entire Aureate Way.

"Senior," Jared said, his voice rough, "do you think I can unite the Aureate Way?"

Master Alaric Vale was quiet for a moment.

Then he shook his head.

"I don't know."

His voice held nothing but honesty. "Uniting the Aureate Way isn't something a single cultivation art can accomplish.

It takes strength. It takes wisdom. It takes fortune. And it takes... time.

But there is one thing I do know. If even you can't do it, then no one in this world can."

Jared looked into Master Alaric Vale's eyes.

There was no calculation there. No testing. Only absolute trust.

It was the look of someone who had stood watch through endless darkness for tens of thousands of years and had finally seen the first spark of firelight.

Jared drew a deep breath and forced the chaos in his mind back down.

"Senior, I have one last question."

"Go ahead."

"How do I find the Chaos Sanctum?"

Master Alaric Vale fell silent for a long time.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and set it down.

Then he lifted it again and put it back down once more.

He did that three times before he finally spoke.

"What I know is this: there is some faint connection between the three key fragments.

If you can find the second fragment, you'll be able to sense the general location of the third. And if you find the third, you'll be able to sense where the Chaos Sanctum is."