A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6496

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Deepvault Cloister stood at the uttermost north of the North, perched atop a solitary peak buried beneath ten-thousand-year frost.

This solitary peak was called Frostmere Peak. It rose ten thousand yards high, covered in ice and snow all year round.

Legend said that in the elder age, a frost-wrought mighty adept had passed away in seated meditation on the summit. His lifetime of cultivation had turned into frost that would not melt through the ages, sealing the entire mountain peak in ice down to the present day.

The Founding Patriarch of Deepvault Cloister had discovered that this place was rich in spiritual essence and carried dense frost-law, so he established his sect here and passed its lineage down to the present.

The palace was built entirely from Glacier ice, clear and translucent. Under the sunlight, it refracted seven-colored brilliance, like a crystal palace raised in the middle of ice and snow.

The temperature here was brutally low. Even True Immortal cultivators, if they did not circulate spiritual power to protect themselves, would be frozen into ice statues.

The cultivators inside the hall wore white robes, their faces stern, their auras dark and frigid. Every one of them cultivated frost-based arcane arts.

Frost often clung between their brows and around their eyes. That was the result of practicing frost-based arcane arts year after year.

"Venerable Starwick came to Deepvault Cloister alone.

He had not brought a single attendant with him."

He descended before the gatehouse and looked up at the frost-blue stone gate standing in his path.

"Two large characters had been carved into the stone door—""Deepvault.""

The strokes were forceful and old, and frost energy pressed out of them hard enough to sting the air."

"On either side of the stone door stood an ice sculpture.

They had been carved in the shape of the guardian beasts of Deepvault Cloister—the frost unicorns."

"The frost unicorns looked almost alive.

Their eyes were wide and fierce, as if they might break free of the ice at any moment."

"The watch-standing cultivators recognized him at once.

They hurried inside to report his arrival."

A short while later, the Cloister Master of Deepvault Cloister, Venerable Glacier, came out in person to receive him.

"Venerable Glacier stood at the same cultivation level as Venerable Starwick: peak Golden Immortal Level Three.

He cultivated frost-based arcane arts, carried a dark, closed-off manner, and rarely wasted words."

"He wore a frost-blue robe.

His long hair was white as snow, his face thin, and a sharp, brooding cast sat between his brows and eyes."

"His eyes were frost-blue as well.

Inside his pupils, snow seemed to drift without end. Standing there, he looked less like a man than an ice peak that had endured for ten thousand years."

"Hall Master of Pole Star Hall, you honor Deepvault Cloister with your presence. Forgive the failure to welcome you from afar."

"Venerable Glacier cupped his fists.

His tone stayed level, with nothing in it for anyone to catch. ""May I ask what brings the Hall Master here today?"""

Venerable Starwick did not circle around the matter. "Master Glacier, I came today because of Beastmoor Ridge."

Venerable Glacier's eyes narrowed by the slightest degree. "Beastmoor Ridge? That is beast race territory. What does it have to do with me?"

Venerable Starwick gave him the short version of what had happened.

"Of course, he hid the matter of the Aureate Codex.

He only said that a lost elder-age celestial relic was hidden within that violet soul, and that it was crucial to his breakthrough."

"Morgana, the Beast Sovereign of Beastmoor Ridge, has joined hands with the Wellspring Order of the human race. They intend to stand against us celestials. If they are allowed to grow stronger, sooner or later they will threaten the safety of Deepvault Cloister. I hope Deepvault Cloister can send troops, join forces with me, and help encircle Beastmoor Ridge."

"Venerable Glacier fell silent for a moment.

A faint gleam crossed his frost-blue eyes, so quick it was almost impossible to catch."

"Hall Master of Pole Star Hall, neither of us began cultivating yesterday. There is no need for these grand public-facing words."

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