A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6605

All of the Aureate Codex's warding sigils flared to life.

Golden dragon sigils rose beneath his skin and spread across his entire body, shining against the grey-violet chaotic force until he looked like a god stepping out of primordial chaos.

They were no longer faint, half-hidden traces.

Now the dragon sigils stood out clear and deep, like ancient marks carved directly into his flesh.

Jared lowered his gaze to his hands. Grey-violet chaotic force flowed across his palms, denser than before, purer than before.

He clenched his fist.

The space in his palm warped slightly, and a faint cracking sound followed.

It wasn't the sound of compressed air.

It was space itself groaning under the weight of his strength.

Golden Immortal Level One.

It had taken him nearly a full year and burned through most of the resources he had taken from the Ancient Battlefield just to break from True Immortal Realm Level Nine into Golden Immortal Level One.

The chaotic force demanded far too much. Every breakthrough required dozens, even hundreds, of times more spiritual power than cultivators of equal rank.

But in return, his combat strength stood far above anyone else at his level.

Back at True Immortal Realm Level Eight, he had already been able to kill Lord Saintlight of Golden Immortal Realm Level Five.

Now that he was Golden Immortal Level One, how far could he go?

Golden Immortal Level Six?

Level Seven?

Or even higher?

Jared didn't know.

But he knew one thing for certain—Aurelius Embercrown was no longer his match.

He didn't rush to leave seclusion.

After breaking into Golden Immortal Level One, he turned to consolidating his foundations.

The Golden Immortal Realm was different from the True Immortal Realm. The True Immortal Realm focused on accumulating and refining spiritual power, while the Golden Immortal Realm centered on comprehending and wielding the laws of the realm.

Golden Immortal cultivators were stronger than True Immortal cultivators not because they possessed more spiritual power, but because they had begun to touch and control the force of realm-law.

Saintlight law. The laws of flame. The laws of frost. The laws of space. Time Law.

Each law held one of the world's deepest truths. Master even one of them, and in battle, the advantage became absolute.

Jared cultivated chaotic force.

Chaotic force was the source of every element—and the source of every law as well.

That meant Jared didn’t need to do what other Golden Immortals did and devote himself to comprehending one law of the realm—or even several of them.

Chaotic force already carried the seeds of all laws within it. As long as his cultivation kept rising, those laws would evolve on their own.

That was the most terrifying strength of the Aureate Codex.

And the most heaven-defying thing about chaotic force.

So Jared stayed in seclusion.

He stabilized his new realm, refined the remaining power inside the Chaos Pearl, and continued probing the law-seeds hidden within his chaotic force.

Time kept passing inside the tower.

Jared’s chaotic force grew denser and purer than before, and his understanding of the laws of the realm deepened another step.

He could already feel it—the seed of the laws of space had begun to sprout inside him.

He still couldn’t rip open space and cross the void as casually as Voidrealm cultivators could.

But in battle, he was already able to use the force of Space Law to make his sword faster, sharper, and far harder to predict.

While Jared devoted himself to cultivation within the Pentacarna Tower, the world outside had already turned turbulent.

...

Stormhaven, the Void Pavilion.

At that moment, the Abyssal Exchange’s central seat in the Eighteenth Firmament was in chaos.

It had been many days since Cedric took Jared to explore the Ancient Battlefield, and not a single word had come back.

No one could reach Claire either.

At first, the Exchange’s enforcers hadn’t thought much of it.

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his chair, a dull, steady thud filling the silence.

It was a habit he had when he was thinking.

Exactly the same as Cedric.

"Send people to investigate," Rowan said at last, his voice cold as ice. "Find Cedric and Claire. If they're alive, bring them back alive. If they're dead, bring back the bodies."

"Yes, sir!"

The transmission ended.

Three days later, a massive silver sky-barge descended from the Nineteenth Firmament and settled onto the platform in Stormhaven.

More than thirty cultivators stepped off the vessel in silver-white robes, every one of them above the Golden Immortal Realm.

At their head was a middle-aged man with a broad, powerful build and a hard, weathered face. A silver sigil-mark gleamed at the center of his brow, the mark reserved for the Abyssal Exchange's upper ranks.

Golden Immortal Level Six.

He was the envoy Rowan had sent to investigate the matter.

His name was Gareth, and as an Inspector in the Abyssal Exchange, he handled major incidents involving branch chapters across the several firmaments.

Gareth walked into the Void Pavilion and sat where Cedric had once sat, his red-gold eyes sweeping over the enforcers kneeling before him.

"Start at the beginning," he said. "Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single word."

The resident enforcer didn't dare hide anything. He gave a full account—how Cedric had met Jared, how he'd invited him to work together exploring the Ancient Battlefield, how he'd left with Claire and the elite cultivators, and how all of them had vanished without a trace.

When he finished, Gareth sat in silence for a moment.

"Where is the entrance to the Ancient Battlefield?"

"In the deep reaches of the far northern ice plains."

The resident enforcer kept his head lowered as he answered. "But the entrance is surrounded by spatial turbulence. Anyone below Golden Immortal Level Three would be torn apart the moment they went in, and even those above Golden Immortal Level Three could only last for a few dozen breaths.

Only Jared, with his chaotic force, could pass through it."

Gareth rose to his feet.

"Take me there."