A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6367

The five companions left the ruins and stepped onto the ice plains.

Silver-red moonlight spilled across the ice, stretching their shadows long, then longer still.

Behind them, the white light pouring out of the massive chasm slowly dimmed, like a door swinging shut.

As the chasm closed, the ancient aura inside the ruins faded with it.

What remained on the ice plains was only the cutting wind and a sky full of blowing ice shards.

Jared slowed, then stopped outright. He turned and looked back.

The chasm had already sealed shut completely.

The ice lay smooth as a mirror, with no mark left behind.

But something kept pulling at him.

The ruins had been opened. The aura inside had leaked out.

And on these ice plains, under the celestials' tight watch, there was no way a disturbance like that had gone unnoticed.

"Move faster." His voice came out quiet, but the push behind it was clear.

Gwendolyn glanced at him and said nothing.

She could sense it too.

When the ruins opened, the Frost God's power pouring out had been far too dense. Any cultivator within a thousand miles would have picked up on it.

If the celestial patrol was anywhere nearby, it would not take them long to track the group down.

Alaric walked at the very front of the group, each step steady.

His cultivation had already broken through to the True Immortal Realm Level Eight.

Compared to before he was frozen away, he had risen a full cultivation level.

There was no sign of celebration on his face.

Only weight.

He knew the Celestial Alliance would never let a single bearer of the Ice God Bloodline slip by.

That had been true thousands of years ago.

It was still true now.

Elara followed behind Alaric, her snow-white hair streaming in the wind.

In her hand was a frost-blue frostwhip, a faint cold gleam flowing along its length.

Her eyes kept sweeping the area around them, watching for any danger that might surface.

Cedric brought up the rear in silence.

He held an ice spear in his hand, and the cold sheen at its tip flickered under the moonlight with a dim blue glow.

His footsteps were so light they were almost impossible to hear.

But his eyes were bright, bright as stars hung in the middle of the night.

The five companions raced across the ice plains for about 2 hours.

Then, along the horizon ahead, streaks of golden radiance began to appear.

The light was faint, so faint it was nearly impossible to make out.

But Jared's chaotic force reacted to every kind of power, and he caught it the moment it appeared.

"Stop." Jared raised a hand, signaling everyone to halt.

All five of them stopped at once and dropped flat against the ice.

Jared lowered himself all the way down, pressed one ear to the frozen surface, and closed his eyes.

Chaotic force surged out of him and spread forward along the ice.

Up ahead, he caught dozens of auras rushing closer fast—golden, scorching, carrying the celestials' unmistakable holy radiance.

"The celestial pursuers."

Jared opened his eyes. His voice stayed even.

"A True Immortal Realm Level Eight is leading them. At least thirty cultivators above the fifth tier of the True Immortal Realm."

Alaric's pupils tightened. "Thirty? We only have five people."

"Not thirty."

Jared rose to his feet and looked toward that faint, flickering band of golden radiance in the distance.

"It's thirty-seven. The leader is at True Immortal Realm Level Eight, middle-phase. There are also three at True Immortal Realm Level Seven. The rest are all Level Five and Level Six."

Gwendolyn drew her brows together. "Can we take them?"

Jared said nothing for a moment.

Then he smiled.

The smile was faint, so faint it nearly wasn't there at all.

But the instant it appeared, a chill ran through the others.

"We can."

All five pulled in their auras until nothing leaked out.

They became five lifeless chunks of ice, blended so completely into the snow and frozen world around them that they might as well have been part of it.

In the distance, the golden radiance grew brighter.

Closer.

Jared stood alone on the ice plains. His blue robe snapped in the wind. The Dragonslayer Sword hung at his waist, and the violet radiance on the blade had already been drawn in until almost nothing remained.

His eyes were violet too, and deep inside those pupils, it looked as if stars were turning.

He watched the golden radiance rush nearer and let the corner of his mouth lift.

"They're here."

The golden radiance streaked across the ice plains like a river of gold, surging toward the ruins.

At the front was a towering celestial warrior, a True Immortal Realm Level Eight, middle-phase cultivator, with a hard face and eyes sharp as a hawk's.

Behind him came thirty-six celestial cultivators.

Every last one of them stood at True Immortal Realm Level Five or higher.

They wore golden cuirasses and carried golden longswords.

Holy radiance flowed around them, sweeping the cold from the ice plains clean away.

The one leading them was Lucian Gold, deputy commander under Marshal Vale.

Without warning, he raised a hand and signaled the whole column to stop.

"Sir, what is it?" one of the cultivators behind him asked.

Lucian's gaze swept across the area. A faint crease formed between his brows.

"The aura of the ruins is gone."

"Gone? Could it be..."

"Shut up."

Lucian cut him off and fixed his eyes on the ice gorge ahead.

Something in him kept warning that place wasn't right.

The problem was, he couldn't put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

The ice gorge was a common natural formation on the ice plains.

There wasn't a single abnormal fluctuation in its aura.