A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5726

Unperturbed, Jared watched the orb alone. With that final, exquisitely pure strand of origin soul absorbed, the sphere erupted in cascading sheets of crimson light. It hummed—again and again—until the sound became a heartbeat. Inside, the Vermilion Demon Lord's soul-flame swelled, condensing with manic speed.

Life itself pulsed outward, each surge stronger than the last, as though a slumbering heart were remembering how to beat. Then came a brittle crack—hairline, almost shy—spreading across the orb's smooth surface like dawn's first fissure in the night.

Cracks spider-webbed across the orb's surface, racing outward like lightning searching for ground. Jared's pulse spiked. The last decisive heartbeat had arrived.

Without hesitation, he opened every reservoir of chaotic energy inside him and drove that molten power into the Bloodsoul Orb, a flood crashing through a narrow gate.

Boom!

A searing blossom of scarlet fire erupted, impossible to define, so bright it stained every pillar, every shattered flagstone of the great hall the color of fresh blood.

The shock wave hurled the surviving elders through the air; they struck the distant walls with bone-splintering force and slumped, fates uncertain. Only then did the radiance curl inward and begin to fade.

When the glare receded, the Bloodsoul Orb was gone. In its place hovered a single silhouette wrapped in roiling crimson energy, a cocoon that pulsed like a living heart.

The shell flaked away, petal after petal of blood-light peeling and dissolving, until the figure inside stepped free.

He was eight feet tall, with midnight hair cascading over his shoulders.

Eyes still closed, lashes long, his frame all fluid muscle—each inch of skin seemed to trap thunder beneath it, radiating an ancient, dangerously magnetic allure. Most telling of all, the aura around him was no longer spectral. It thrummed with fierce, undeniable life.

And with that life came a cultivation pressure vast enough to bend the air.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. They were deep—an eternal night sky—but storming at their core churned red clouds of demonic fire, carrying the weight of countless tribulations and the exhilaration of rebirth.

He flexed his newly solid hands, knuckles whitening as forgotten strength surged back. The simple sensation of physical body and blood set his entire body trembling with joy.

Lifting his gaze past the ruined throne room, he found Jared standing with hands clasped behind him, a quiet, satisfied smile on the young man's face.

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