Chapter 5863

After leaving the Mystic Sky Sword Sect, Jared and the Vermilion Demon Lord veered off the main trail, slipping into a lonely ravine shrouded by cliffs and night-black pines.

“Senior, if you are ready, I’ll tear open the gate to level eleven.”

Vermilion nodded, voice low and rough. “Do it. But remember-level eleven is no tame cousin of level ten. More predators, harsher lands. We move with caution, or we do not move at all.”

Jared said nothing more. He pressed his palms together, fingers flickering through seals that glimmered like threads of pale lightning. The mixed blessing of chaotic celestial essence inside him stirred, embracing every law it touched. His brief sojourn within Maxwell’s void corridor had gifted him a taste of space itself, and now that insight flowed through his veins.

Jared thrust both arms forward, muscles taut beneath travel-stained sleeves, and roared, “Open!”

Space answered with a scream of tearing silk. A rift blossomed in the air before them, a curtain of night pierced by drifting pinpricks of starlight. Winds born of nowhere howled inside, shards of chaotic void swirling, yet the passage clung to a fragile stability.

Jared was first to leap into the breach. “Go!”