A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6365

Alaric felt as if his body had been set ablaze.

It wasn’t pain.

It was a searing heat that no words could properly hold.

That heat spread from the spirit well into his limbs.

Then it spread from his limbs into every inch of flesh, every bone, every meridian.

The Ice God Bloodline inside him began to boil.

It was like a giant dragon that had slept for thousands of years, finally opening its eyes.

His cultivation started to break through.

True Immortal Realm Level Seven, beginner-phase.

Middle-phase.

Late phase.

Top Level.

True Immortal Realm Level Eight.

He opened his eyes.

Then he slowly let out a long breath.

That breath came out ice-blue.

It condensed in the air into fine ice crystals and drifted to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

His eyes were brighter than before.

The ice crystals in his pupils spun faster.

He could tell it clearly.

The Frost God's power inside him was several times stronger than before. His meridians were several times wider than before. His body was several times tougher than before.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

He stayed like that for a long while without a word.

Then he lifted his head, looked at Gwendolyn and Jared, and bowed deeply to them.

"Palace Mistress, Mr. Chance, I, Alaric Winterborne, will never forget this great kindness for as long as I live."

Gwendolyn shook her head.

"You don’t owe us anything. The Frost Deity Branch was always one family."

Next was Elara.

Jared and Gwendolyn used the same method to awaken her bloodline.

Her cultivation broke from True Immortal Realm Level Six into True Immortal Realm Level Seven.

Her hair shifted from silver-white to pure snow-white.

Her eyes faded from icy blue to a lighter blue.

A faint chill coiled around her body, and a thin sheet of ice spread across the ground underfoot.

Elara opened her eyes and stared at her own hands.

Tears kept spilling down her face. "So this... this is the real Ice God Bloodline..."

She looked at Gwendolyn, her voice breaking.

"Palace Mistress, now I finally know why I always felt like something was missing."

Cedric was the last.

His cultivation rose from True Immortal Realm Level Five all the way to Top Level True Immortal Realm Level Six.

His face stayed as hard and cold as ever, but his eyes were different now.

They were no longer empty, no longer lifeless and ice-cold.

There was light in them now. There was warmth. There was hope.

He opened his eyes and looked at Jared.

For a long time, he said nothing.

Then he spoke.

"Thank you."

Just two words, but Jared heard the weight carried inside them.

The instant Elara awakened, Jared’s consciousness field suddenly churned.

Aldric’s remnant soul woke.

Not like before—none of that violent, furious stirring.

This time it came quietly, with a strange note of anticipation.

Icy blue radiance slowly lit up inside Jared’s consciousness field, and Aldric’s voice echoed through his mind.

"Jared."

Jared let his spirit sense sink into his consciousness field and looked at the icy blue sphere.

"What is it?"

"I sensed it." Aldric’s voice was very light.

"There’s the second remnant thought I left behind somewhere in these ruins."

Jared's pupils tightened a fraction. "The second remnant thought?"

"Yes."

A note of old weight ran through Aldric's voice. "Back when I traveled the Sixteenth Firmament, I left behind a remnant thought in the ancestral land of the Frost Deity Branch. It was meant to guard the inheritance there.

Later, the celestials occupied that ancestral land, and that remnant thought was trapped there.

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