A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6597

At the end of the passage was the burial chamber.

It was far larger than it had seemed from outside.

Countless luminous crystals were set into the domed ceiling, flooding the entire chamber with clear, brilliant light.

The walls were carved with sigils of the Aureate Way.

In the light, they flowed slowly, like sleeping dragons beginning to wake.

The floor was paved in solid slabs of spirit-jade, dense with spiritual essence.

The moment he stood on it, warm spiritual power rose through the soles of his feet and poured into his body, snapping his mind fully awake.

At the center of the burial chamber, the white stone coffin was already open.

Its lid had been thrown aside and now leaned at an angle against the coffin.

Inside, there was nothing.

Or rather, whatever had been inside was already standing.

The man in white stood before the stone coffin, his white robes catching the chamber’s light with a faint sheen.

His body was still half-transparent, like a strand of smoke that could scatter at any moment.

But his eyes were real.

Those golden eyes held Jared’s reflection.

"Come here," the man in white said.

His voice was soft, but in the vast burial chamber it carried with startling clarity.

Jared walked over and stopped three steps in front of him.

Then he cupped his fist in salute.

"This junior is Jared. Greetings, Senior."

The man in white studied him.

His gaze lingered for a long moment on Jared’s violet eyes, then dropped to the Dragonslayer Sword at his waist, and finally settled over the place where his consciousness field lay.

There, the Aureate Codex’s warding sigils were turning in slow silence, and faint golden dragon sigils showed through his clothing.

"The Aureate Codex. Chaotic force." A note of emotion entered the man’s voice. "I’ve waited a hundred thousand years. At last, you’re here."

Jared lifted his head and met the man’s eyes.

There was no hostility in those golden eyes.

Only the weariness of someone who had endured endless ages, and the quiet relief that came with finally seeing something through.

"Senior, you’ve been waiting for me all this time?"

The man in white nodded.

He turned, walked to the stone coffin, and picked up the silver-white Storage Ring from the ground, closing it in his palm.

The Storage Ring gave off a faint glow in his hand, like a sleeping star being stirred awake.

"The forebears of the Aureate Way left behind a prophecy. Hundreds of thousands of years later, when the great cataclysm descends on the world, the heir to the Aureate Codex will appear. He will reunite the Aureate Way, rebuild the Chaos Sanctum, and lead the Aureate Way against the calamity until it is survived."

His voice stayed calm, but every word seemed to come from some depth of time too vast to measure.

"I didn’t believe it. But the forebears of the Aureate Way were never wrong. So I waited here for your arrival."

The great cataclysm.

Jared’s brows drew together slightly.

He had never heard that term before.

"Senior, what is the great cataclysm?"

The man in white shook his head. "I don't know either. The forebears of the Aureate Way only left those four words in the prophecy. Nothing more."

"But if I had to guess, it's a disaster big enough to wipe out the entire celestial realm. When it comes, every power in the celestial realm will be erased in it."

"And the only one who can stop it... is the heir to the Aureate Codex."

He paused, looking straight into Jared's eyes. "You."

Jared said nothing.

He had never imagined a burden like this would fall on him.

All he had ever wanted was to grow stronger, to find the Chaos Sanctum, to save Maxwell, to protect the people he wanted to protect, and to find his father.

He didn't want to be anyone's savior. He didn't want to unite the Aureate Way. And he definitely didn't want to save the celestial realm.

But fate didn't seem interested in giving him a choice.

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