A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6076

the Fourteenth Firmament, Celestial Palace

Lucian lifted his eyes.

The Celestial Palace floated a sheer ten thousand fathoms high, held aloft by 9,999 white-jade pillars, each etched with a beast so lively it seemed mid-roar.

Golden clouds curled around the eaves.

Cranes glided through the mist, while gold-armored celestial generals patrolled the perimeter, their presence sharp enough to cut the breeze.

Inside the grand hall, every heartbeat felt loud, the air dense with unspoken judgment.

Lucian and Lyria knelt at the fore.

Though their wounds had closed, pallor clung stubbornly to their faces.

Twelve Elders occupied twin rows along the dais, each radiating the suffocating might of Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine.

Upon the central golden throne sat Dominic, clad in a purple-gold robe.

His stern features never softened; stars seemed to flicker in and out within his eyes, and the hall revolved around his quiet gravity.

He was Dominic, True Immortal and Hall Master of the Celestial Palace.

"Useless trash!"

Elder Redflame slammed a palm against the jade desk, the crack echoing.

His glare skewered Lucian and Lyria. "Two Level-Seven High Immortals, armed with a Divine Seal Sigil, routed by a Lower Realm brat! The Grand Venerable dead, 300 thousand soldiers lost—our Palace humiliated!"

Lucian bowed deeper, silent.

Lyria's jaw tightened. "Elder Redflame, the fault isn't ability. Jared possesses the Golden Dragon Bloodline and chaotic force; his power far exceeds his realm."

The white-haired elder's brow furrowed. "Golden Dragon Bloodline? The Golden Dragon Race vanished tens of thousands of years ago—how could one appear below?"

"Absolutely true!" Lucian's voice rang firm.

He lifted his head. "I watched him shift into a five-clawed Golden Dragon."

"Its bloodline pressure smothered even my Divine King Bloodline."

Murmurs flared through the hall like sparks on dry grass.

The Golden Dragon Bloodline—legend itself—ranked even above the royal veins of the celestials.

If that legend lived, Jared's worth stretched far beyond the label of Lower Realm traitor.

Dominic broke the clamor with a calm baritone. "The Skyreach Path lies in ruins and level thirteen is loose, but panic serves no one."

His gaze swept each Elder. "We do not stand alone atop the Fourteenth Firmament."

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