A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5477

"I... I don't know. I-I only stand guard," the Demonic Cultivator stammered, chains clinking against his armor as his whole body shook.

"Savior, that wretch knows nothing," cried a middle-aged cultivator in a ragged gray tunic as he hurried forward. "Only Obsidian Stone Sect's elders keep such secrets. He is a mere pawn."

"Oh!" Jared flicked his wrist. Black fire swallowed the Demonic Cultivator; before a scream could form, it unraveled into a ribbon of smoke and was gone.

"Thank you for rescuing us."

The gray-robed cultivator bowed so deeply his forehead almost touched the rubble, gratitude shining in his weary eyes.

Jared waved off the bow, eyes sweeping the trembling prisoners. "Buddy, I have a few questions."

"Savior, go on. Whatever I know, I will answer honestly."

"What realm is this, and why are so many human and beast race cultivators forced to mine for spiritual stones under demon lash?" Jared asked.

The man sighed, pain carving lines across his face. "This is Cardinal Realm, a realm steeped in spiritual energy. We once housed three races—human, beast, and demon. Skirmishes flared, yet balance always returned."

"What destroyed that balance?" Jared pressed.

"It began a hundred years ago." Fear flashed in the man's eyes. "A Celestial Immortal descended without warning. With a gesture, he could tear mountains apart. He sided with the demons and crushed every human and beast rebellion. Since then, the demons have driven us like cattle, forcing us to mine spiritual stone and—using the Celestial Immortal's method—refine it into celestial gems. The Celestial Immortal hungers for those gems, so quarries now scar the whole Cardinal Realm."

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