A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6545

"Chief Preceptor," Cedric Vale said with a cupped-fist salute, his voice trembling slightly. "You sensed it?"

"The Aureate Codex."

Master Alaric Vale's voice was calm as still water, yet it made everyone's hearts pound. "I sensed its aura. It's on a youth in the Godfall Wastes."

The Godfall Wastes.

That name made the people below the Cliff of Contemplation fall silent for a moment.

That was the site of the ancient war of the gods. Tens of thousands of years ago, countless Golden Immortal Realm cultivators had fallen there, and the lingering killing intent and resentment still hadn't dispersed. Spatial fissures covered the entire wasteland, capable of awakening slumbering ancient remnant souls at any moment.

It was one of the most dangerous forbidden grounds in the Eighteenth Firmament. Even Golden Immortal Level Four cultivators didn't dare venture deep inside lightly.

And the aura of the Aureate Codex was right in the center of that land of death.

"Grand Elder..." At that moment, a disciple leaned close to Cedric Vale's ear and whispered a few words.

Cedric Vale's brow furrowed, and his expression changed a little.

"What is it?" Master Alaric Vale asked.

"Chief Preceptor, both the Ember God Palace and the Abyssal Exchange have sent people to the Godfall Wastes. They're very likely after the Aureate Codex," Cedric Vale said.

"The Aureate Codex is an inheritance of the Aureate Way. It's only natural that other factions would have their eyes on it." Master Alaric Vale nodded.

"Chief Preceptor," Cedric Vale said after a brief hesitation, "the Godfall Wastes are too dangerous. How about I take some people there and bring that youth back?"

"No."

Master Alaric Vale shook his head, and a rare gravity appeared on his usually unreadable face. "You can't go. None of you can. If you move out in force, and so many factions clash head-on in the Godfall Wastes, then this won't just be a matter of fighting over an inheritance. It will become the first great war between powers in the Eighteenth Firmament in tens of thousands of years."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the people below the cliff before finally settling on a young priest standing at the very back.

The priest looked barely in his early twenties. His features were refined, and there was a steadiness between his brows that didn't match his age.

He wore plain robes and had an unsheathed wooden sword hanging at his waist. There wasn't the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power from the blade. It looked like nothing more than an ordinary piece of peach wood.

But a closer look revealed that the wood grain on the sword faintly formed some kind of ancient sacred sigils. It was the Heavenly Wood Sword, long lost to the Aureate Way, forged from ten-thousand-year thunderstruck peach wood as its core and nurtured by the arts of the Way for a thousand years before it could be completed.

That was Adrian, the most outstanding disciple of his generation in the Aureate Way, a Golden Immortal Level Two.

"Adrian."

Master Alaric’s voice softened a fraction.

"Come here."

Adrian stepped out of the crowd and walked up onto the Cliff of Contemplation.

He stopped three paces in front of Master Alaric and bowed.

He said nothing.

He only waited.

Master Alaric studied him, and a flicker of approval passed through his eyes.

He had watched this child grow up, from a tiny novice of the Way to Golden Immortal Level Two in less than three thousand years.

In the Aureate Way, that pace was not the fastest.

But no one of this generation had foundations as solid as his, or a heart of the Way as steady.

More importantly, he was a man of few words, careful to the point of severity, and he never acted without certainty.

"Go to the Godfall Wastes and find the youth carrying the Aureate Codex."

Master Alaric spoke lightly, but every word landed with perfect clarity in Adrian’s ears.

"Do not make an enemy of him. Do not deliberately get close to him, either. The Aureate Codex chose him. That means heaven has already made its will known. All you need to do... is appear at his side when he needs help."

Adrian lifted his head and met Master Alaric’s gaze.

There was something in those clear eyes he had never seen before.

It was not anticipation.

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