Night had not fallen, yet the mountainside looked darker than dusk.


    mes, blood, and drifting ash turned the slope into something that felt borrowed from a lower hell.


    Everywhere Jared looked, pilgrims sprawled across broken gstones.


    Their limbs twitched, voices cracked into sobs and prayers that dissolved into raw screams.


    Ribbons of crimson light tugged at their chests.


    The blood essence tore free, gathered into thin streams, and arrowed uphill toward the summit.


    Bodies with little cultivation shriveled in seconds, skin clinging to bone.


    Those with deeper reserves knelt shaking, hands digging at the ground while they tried and failed to hold their life inside.


    Overhead, eight pirs of blood-red radiance locked together, forming a cage that wrapped the entire Sacred Mountain.


    Between those pirs, energy braided itself into chains.


    Each link pulsed, tightening the prison even as more blood threads joined the


    weave.


    Jared followed thettice with his eyes until the pattern vanished in clouds above the peak.


    Cold light settled behind his gaze.


    He red into motion again, a single streak climbing the same invisible paths the blood took, driving straight for the summit.


    The higher he flew, the heavier the pull.


    Blood-red mist thickened, trying to w heat from his veins.


    The chaotic force inside him swallowed each tug before it could bite.


    At mid-slope, the haze condensed into resistance thick as mud. Without that same chaotic core, even he might have begun to bleed. A sudden cluster of silhouettes stepped out of the storm ahead.


    They spread shoulder-to-shoulder across the ledge and blocked the ascent. Their leader, a white-haired elder in a gold celestial robe, stood motionless. His breath ran deep and tidal-Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Eight. Twelve gilded celestial generals arranged themselves behind him.


    Each one carried High Immortal Realm Level Six or Level Seven power that rolled off their armor in metallic waves.


    "Halt," the elder said, voice calm enough to be mistaken for courtesy.


    He added, "The Sacred Mountain is restricted.


    Strangers keep out."


    No threat, just fact.


    Jared stopped mid-air and let silence hang a beat.


    "You celestials lured pilgrims here for blood sacrifice.


    You butcher thousands.


    Does your Celestial Pce think no sky judges that crime?"


    The elder allowed himself a smallugh.


    "Sky judgment?


    Inside the Fourteenth Firmament, the Pce is the sky.


    And you―Jared from level thirteen, correct?"


    Jared''s brow rose.


    "So you recognize me."


    "Naturally."


    The elder stroked his beard, still casual.


    "You broke the Skyreach Path, slew a Grand Venerable, sent an Envoy fleeing.


    The Hall Master remembers names that loud.


    He asked us to recruit you if possible."


    He paused, then made the offer clear.


    "Join the Celestial Pce.


    With your talent, you''d reach True Immortal inside a century.


    Why die for the ants of the Lower Realm?"


    Jared''s smile showed teeth.


    "Recruit me so one day you can drain me like these pilgrims?


    Not interested."


    "You are different," the elder said, shaking his head.


    "Golden Dragon Bloodline, chaotic force-resources too precious to waste."


    "Too bad.


    I don''t believe you."


    The Dragonyer Sword lifted until its edge pointed forward.


    "Move, or fall."


    The elder''s face cooled.


    "So be it.


    Men, formation!"


    The twelve gilded celestial generals broke outward, stamping sigils underfoot until


    Jared stood at the heart of their circle.


    Their linked auras rose in a single surge.


    Power stacked on power, swelling toward a shadow of High Immortal Realm Level Nine pressure.


    "Strike!"


    As one, they shouted.


    A dozen gold spear phantoms lunged like sea dragons, closing from every direction.


    Jared held his ground.


    The Dragonyer Sword swept crosswise, edge ringing on air.


    "Chaos Sword Domain-Unleashed!"


    A gray field bloomed out one hundred feet in every direction, swallowing the iing spear shadows.


    Inside the domain, each spear slowed, mass bled away, and force shrank to a whisper.


    Jared shifted between them, steps soundless.


    Each swing of his sword drew a silver arc and dropped a celestial general in a mist


    of red light.


    The shes came too fast to count.


    Blood burst.


    Stone drank.


    Three breathster thest armor hit the ground.


    The formation shattered.


    The white-haired elder''s pupils constricted.


    "A sword that quick... and that domain..."


    Fear finally edged his tone.


    Respect followed.


    "It seems the Hall Master underestimated you.


    Your real strength borders High Immortal Realm Level Nine."


    Jared leveled his de, still steady.


    "Step aside. You still can."


    Jared lifted the Dragonyer Sword and angled the point straight at the white-haired elder. The metal stayed rock steady gray light pulsing along its edge while cold intent funneled through Jared''s grip and into that single, unwavering tip.


    The white haired elder let a small


    Both of his hands snapped together, fingers weaving seals faster than the eye could follow. "Allow me to show you the true power of the Sacred Mountain Grand Array."


    As thest syble left his lips, the entire mountain rumbled. Eight crimson pirs above sent down simultaneous beams of blood light that converged on the elder''s chest like liquid lightning.


    His aura soared by leaps: first past High Immortal Realm Level Eight''s peak, then through Level Nine''s beginner phase, then into the


    middle phase until it finally ine


    against Level Nine''s top leveband stopped climbing.


    The elder''s white hair bled into a glossy red, his pupils turned the color of coagted gore, and swirls of blood light curled around him so thick they resembled


    a living shroud.


    "With the Grand Blood Sacrifice Array reinforcing me," he rasped, "I can wield top-


    level Level Nine power for a short while."


    His voice roughened into a scraping whisper. "Jared, to die under such a state


    should be an honor you cherish."


    He drove his palm forward, fingers spread.


    A blood-colored handprint the size of a storm cloud blotted out daylight.


    Inside its center, countless wailing spirits twisted, and a monstrous suction yanked


    at Jared''s blood essence and soul as though to drink him dry.


    The strike carried Demonic Cultivation infused with the Grand Blood Sacrifice Array


    itself.


    The weight of it drew a grim set to Jared''s mouth; this single palm pressed against


    the threshold of True Immortal and sat firmly at the peak of High Immortal Realm Level Nine.


    Meeting it head-on would be suicide.


    He kicked backward, body cutting through the air, while the Dragonyer Sword whipped out dozens of intersecting arcs that raced to meet the giant handprint.


    Sword light bit into the bloody imprint like stones sinking into ake, raising only faint ripples.


    The imprint never slowed, hunting Jared across the sky.