The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6082

Night had not fallen, yet the mountainside looked darker than dusk. Flames, blood, and drifting ash turned the slope into something that felt borrowed from a lower hell.

Everywhere Jared looked, pilgrims sprawled across broken flagstones. 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 pillars of blood-red radiance locked together, forming a cage that wrapped the entire Sacred Mountain. Between those pillars, energy braided itself into chains. Each link pulsed, tightening the prison even as more blood threads joined the weave.