A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5904

When Jared re-entered the forbidden ground, the magma pool still boiled, yet its ancient, regal aura felt even denser, as though centuries had thickened in minutes.

Above the molten lake hovered the Pentacarna Tower, its surface humming with soft silver-gray light.

At the entrance waited Lindsay. The moment she spotted him, her crimson robes flashed forward like a spark meeting tinder.

Her eyes swept over him, worry flickering like candlelight in a draft. "Jared, are you okay?"

Jared smiled, taking her hand with deliberate gentleness. "I'm fine. They were just some pesky flies."

Lindsay exhaled, relief melting into bright admiration. "Word is everywhere—you defeated three Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivators with just one strike! People are saying a god walked among us."

Jared laughed, the sound low and honest. "Myth makers love a good exaggeration. Anyway, how is Great Elder Earthfire?"

Lindsay's expression sobered. "His soul is now honed to its limit. Re-forging a body has reached the final hinge. He said he'll need at most seven days."

Jared nodded, confidence settling over him like well-fitted armor. "Seven days. huh? Good. We'll make it."

He lifted his gaze to the hovering tower and called out, voice echoing across magma and stone. "Great Elder Earthfire, I'm back."

The tower shivered, a deep timbre answering from within. "Enter, young one."

Jared stepped through the threshold into a vast inner chamber. There, Gerald's soul stood nearly corporeal—white hair, kindly lines, and only the faintest translucence betraying his immaterial state.

He sat cross-legged at the heart of a slowly turning array, gemstones and rare herbs dissolved into motes of color that flowed into his waiting form.

Gerald's eyelids lifted. "The uproar outside did not escape me," he said; golden flames swirled in his pupils, then softened into approval. "One sword, three foes—well done, well done."

Jared mirrored the elder's posture across the array. "Those deputy leaders were nothing. Even if Malcolm Vayne himself appears, I can meet him blade for blade."

There was no boast in his tone—only iron certainty.

Gerald chuckled, yet a shadow cooled the molten air. "It's good to be confident, but one should never belittle Malevolent Path Hall. You think killing three deputy leaders would cripple their strength? Hardly."

Jared's brows drew together. "What do you mean, Great Elder Earthfire?"

"The true terror of that hall has never been the number of Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivators it commands," Gerald replied, voice dropping to a forge-low rumble. "It has to do with a magical item they possess... the Door of Reincarnation."

A hiss of air slid between Jared's teeth. The light around him suddenly felt thin, fragile.

If an enemy could never truly die, then victory itself became a lie—and nothing in war was more terrifying than that.

"There's another thing..." Gerald warned, his tone sinking into the embers. "I suspect that Malevolent Path Hall itself is only another puppet."

Jared's pupils contracted, twin pinpricks of alarm against the lamplight. "What?"

"Beyond the Door of Reincarnation lies a realm whispered about in broken scriptures," Gerald continued. "There, unfathomably old powers linger—beings so vast that even eras cannot fully erase them. Some may already be dead, others survive in forms we cannot name. Yet none accept eternal silence. They need proxies—hands to harvest wandering souls, feed the door, and keep their vestiges flickering. Malevolent Path Hall is likely their doll, and Malcolm Vayne—grand as he pretends—is nothing more than their tool."

Jared fell silent.

The revelation hit him like thunder, far beyond anything his mind had prepared for.

Until this moment, he had pictured Malevolent Path Hall as nothing more than a powerful cult of darkness.

Never had he imagined a secret so monstrous crouching in its shadow.