Chapter 5723

“Next stop, Greenwood Sect. I want every shard of their ten-millennium Spirit-Nurturing Tree,” Jared said, his voice quiet yet sharp enough to draw blood.

The Draconian army arrived like a summer squall and departed just as quickly, leaving the Netherfrost Sect in smoking silence. Their radiant, crimson-robed sect master stood amid broken pillars, her expression a tangle of humiliation, lingering dread, and though she would never admit it—relief.

At the very least, the sect still stood, and her people still breathed.

Across the Ninefold Heavens, those uneasy breaths soon morphed into open panic. Jared’s legion marched as an iron flood, unstoppable and unhurried, drowning one skybound realm after another in its wake.

They descended upon sects, ancient citadels, and hidden sanctuaries alike—cracking gates, toppling wards, and leaving the taste of dragon fire in every breeze.

Greenwood Sect chose courtesy. Though their master bled at the mouth, handing over three segments of the Spirit- Nurturing Tree, recent memories of the Skyfiend and Netherfrost disasters kept him humble.

True to his word, Jared spared them. He even traced a fingertip through their sect defense formation, pointing out hairline flaws the elders had never seen. Relief washed through the mountain like summer rain; grateful disciples knelt until their robes soaked through.