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.

He looked at the Storage Ring and the jade slip in his hands, then back at those golden eyes, while countless images flashed through his mind.

The days he’d spent in the mundane world. The battles in the Ethereal Realm. The slaughter in the celestial realm. Pulling Aldric out of the Voidreach. Finding the Heart of the Abyss in the Northern Abyss Frost Chasm. Wiping out the Hall of Radiance in Ashford Hollow. Fighting the giant skeleton of a half-step saint on the Ancient Battlefield...

One memory after another flashed through Jared’s mind.

He had come too far and crawled through too much blood and death to turn back now.

“I’m ready.”

Jared’s voice was calm.

The man in white nodded.

The smile at his mouth deepened just a little.

“Good.” There was a trace of relief in his voice. “I don’t have much time left. Before I vanish, there’s one more thing you need to know.”

He walked to the stone coffin and pressed a hand against it.

At once, the sealing sigils across the stone coffin blazed to life.

Dark-red radiance flooded the entire burial chamber until everything looked soaked in blood.

The sigils spun wildly, as if they were releasing some power that had been locked away for ages.

Then the base of the stone coffin split open.

A dense surge of chaotic aura poured out of the chasm.

But it wasn’t the purple Jared knew. This was gray—deeper, older, carrying a weight that felt ancient.

That gray held the power of all things at their beginning. It held the laws born when the world first opened. And buried inside it was a higher order of chaotic force than anything Jared had ever touched.

At the base of the stone coffin sat a gray pearl no bigger than a fist.

Ashen radiance flowed over its surface.

Within that light, countless tiny sigils flickered in and out, each one embodying a different law.

Time, the chamber, life, death, creation, destruction, light, darkness, the flame, frost, thunder, storm...

Every law was woven into that pearl, fused together, existing as one.

It was the Chaos Pearl.