A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6604

Jared nodded, turned, and walked out of the tea room.

He passed through the corridor, crossed the main hall, and made his way to the courtyard residence where Gwendolyn was cultivating.

The courtyard residence was utterly still.

Only the bamboo leaves whispered in the night wind.

The Pentacarna Tower rested quietly on the stone table in the middle of the yard, a faint violet sheen moving over its surface and glinting coldly under the moon.

Jared stepped up to the stone table and pressed a hand to the Pentacarna Tower.

His spirit sense slipped inside, and at once he caught Gwendolyn's presence.

She had been cultivating inside the tower for nearly a month.

Inside, nearly ten years had passed.

Her cultivation had already broken through to Golden Immortal Level Three, and the Heart of the Abyss turned slowly within her, its icy blue light illuminating the entire tower.

Her aura was several times stronger than before, and the Frost God's power had become denser, purer.

She could feel it herself—her Ice God Bloodline had been awakened to its limit, and she was only a single step away from the full completion of the Frost God's Body.

Jared withdrew his spirit sense, the corner of his mouth lifting in quiet satisfaction.

Gwendolyn had not disappointed him.

He turned and left the courtyard residence, then headed for the Cliff of Contemplation.

The Cliff of Contemplation held the densest spiritual essence in all of Ashford Hollow.

From the cliff-top, he could look down over the entire vale and see the distant mountain peaks fading in and out beneath the moonlight.

The night wind on the cliff-top was fierce, snapping his arcane robes hard against him, but Jared seemed not to feel it at all.

He set the tower in the very center of the cliff-top.

The Pentacarna Tower stood in still silence atop the cliff, faint violet light flowing across it and flashing with a cold gleam beneath the moon.

Inside the tower, Jared sat cross-legged on the stone dais, thick chaotic aura coiling around him while a gray-violet glow flooded the entire level with light.

In front of him, resources were piled like mountains.

There were hundreds of millions of emberstone crystals, their many-colored lights weaving together until the whole level looked almost unreal.

Hundreds of thousands of healing elixirs floated in the air like a brilliant sea of stars.

Thousands of arcane implements had been stacked into hill-like mounds—swords, blades, spears, halberds, hammers, whips, cords, seals, every kind imaginable.

Tens of thousands of technique scrolls recorded the arcane arts, secret arts, formations, and elixir formulae collected by the Aureate Way and the celestials over hundreds of thousands of years.

Spirit materials were heaped everywhere, along with all manner of heavenly treasures, demon-beast cores, spirit herbs, and spirit fruit.

He had paid for every one of those resources with his life on the line in the Ancient Battlefield.

Cedric's Storage Ring, along with the Storage Rings of dozens of celestial cultivators—he had gathered everything from them here.

Jared drew in a slow breath, closed his eyes, and pushed the Focus Technique to its limit.

The chaos-flame in his spirit well surged upward with a violent rush.

Violet fire blazed through the spirit well, dragging all the surrounding spiritual essence into his body.

Chaotic force roared through his meridians, several times faster than before, and every one of them was being widened, strengthened, remade.

Every warding sigil of the Aureate Codex blazed to life.

Golden dragon sigils surfaced beneath Jared's skin and began to move slowly across his body.

Inside him, the Chaos Pearl turned in a slow, steady rhythm.

Ashen radiance poured from it, fused with the chaos-flame, and released a purer, more terrifying chaotic force.

Then he began to devour the resources.

Crystal after crystal shattered.

Thousands upon thousands of crystals were drained dry at the same time.

They collapsed into gray-white powder and piled up around him in a ring of white dust.

Spiritual water flooded into his meridians like a burst dam, only to be swallowed by the chaotic force, refined, compressed, and swallowed again.

One elixir after another burst apart.

Their medicinal force merged into a single torrent and slammed into his body.

The impact was so violent it nearly tore his meridians apart, but the Aureate Codex's warding sigils flared at once and locked that power firmly inside them.

The golden dragon sigils coursed beneath his skin, forcing every strand of medicinal force down into his spirit well.

Ashen radiance flowed out without end, fused with the chaos-flame, and transformed into even purer chaotic force.

He drove all of that power into his spirit well and compressed it bit by bit, refining it, purifying it, condensing it further.

Time continued to pass inside the tower.

One month. Two months. Three months...

Jared sat cross-legged on the stone dais without moving at all.

He looked like a statue carved in place.

Only his aura kept changing.

It grew stronger, deeper, harder and harder to fathom.

The resources vanished at a brutal pace.

The crystal piles shrank, the elixirs dwindled, and the spirit materials withered away.

By the tenth month of cultivation inside the tower, the bottleneck finally gave way for real.

In that instant, a crisp shattering sound rang out from inside Jared's body, as if something had finally broken open.

Inside his spirit well, the chaos-flame surged upward in a violent burst. The grey-violet fire raged through him, swallowing everything pouring into his body—spiritual power, medicinal force, even shattered law-fragments—then melting it all down and remaking it.

The chaotic force flooding his meridians broke loose like a dam collapsing.

Nothing could stop it. It slammed straight through the bottleneck and tore through his channels, roaring, surging, almost exulting.

Golden Immortal Level One.

Jared opened his eyes.

The chaotic aura in those violet eyes was so dense it looked ready to spill over.

Deep in his pupils, a grey-violet flame burned in slow silence. It was the reflection of the chaos-flame in his eyes, the outward sign that his chaotic force had been refined to an extreme.

At that instant, the entire Pentacarna Tower shuddered.

Not because of the pressure he released.

His very existence had become so heavy that the tower's Time Law groaned under the strain.

Sigils all over the tower's body flashed wildly, as if it were bearing a force beyond what it had ever been made to withstand.