A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5132

Like a spider's web, Jared's spiritual sense threaded through the restrictions beneath the floor tiles, ultimately locking onto a yellow stone wall behind the throne.

At first glance, the wall appeared ordinary, yet ancient Barbarian runes writhed across its surface—each crimson stroke radiating a savage, archaic pressure.

With a flick of his finger, Jared unleashed a wisp of chaotic sword energy that struck the rune nexus with pinpoint precision.

Boom—

The stone wall split apart, revealing a passage that plunged into unfathomable depths.

Darkness filled the corridor, save for a distant, ghostly golden light—accompanied by thick, almost viscous spiritual energy and... the faintest ripple of a divine soul.

Eyes narrowing, Jared stepped inside. The instant his foot touched the floor, thousands of bone lamps flared to life, illuminating a circular vault with a dome three hundred meters high.

The sight was spectacular: luminous immortal crystals were embedded across every wall, lighting the vast space as brightly as midday.

On the central jade platform, celestial gems were piled into a veritable mountain, their spiritual energy so thick it almost condensed into visible mist.

Scattered all about lay countless jade boxes and beast skin scrolls, and even several spiritual plants that radiated chaos aura so potent it made Jared's consciousness field quiver.

But what truly made his pupils contract was the golden divine soul floating in the deepest recess of the treasure vault.

That divine soul, roughly nine meters high, was clad in beast-bone battle armor; though its features were blurred, it exuded a supremacist majesty that looked down on all beneath the heavens, and totemic illusory shadows unique to the Barbaric Clan circled its form, every mark seeming to contain laws from the dawn of creation.

“Outsider, you dare trespass upon the Barbarian Ancestral Grounds—do you seek death!”

The divine soul's voice roared like a chorus of ten thousand beasts, making the entire vault hum and vibrate.

Jared felt an irresistible pressure crash over him—at least a hundred times stronger than Troynar's had been—and it faintly touched the threshold of the Quasi-Saint Realm.

In the blink of an eye, he activated the time nascence; his domain erupted outward, trying to suppress the foe.

Yet the divine soul merely chuckled coldly; with a casual sweep of its sleeve, a golden shockwave as solid as iron smashed into Jared's domain.

This strength is far beyond what I anticipated!

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