A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6291

Inside the void passage, the three of them were wrapped in endless force of Space Law as they sped toward the Fifteenth Firmament.

This was not Jared's first time traveling through the void passage.

The last time, when he went from level thirteen to the Fourteenth Firmament, his palms had gone slick with sweat.

The whole way through, he had been braced for the passage to collapse without warning and send him dropping into a spatial rift to be torn to pieces.

This time, though, he was far steadier.

Maybe it was because he had grown stronger.

Maybe it was because this time, he was not alone.

Lydia was on his left, black ghostly miasma rolling over her body as it held back the erosion of the force of Space Law.

Her face stayed calm.

If anything, there was a trace of anticipation there. She had been away from the Fifteenth Firmament for so long. Now she was finally going back.

Gwendolyn was on his right, ice-blue divine radiance flowing across her body, freezing the force of Space Law into fine ice crystals before shattering them apart with a light tremor.

Her eyes were closed, as if she were resting.

Or as if she were sensing something.

"What's the Fifteenth Firmament like?" Jared asked.

Lydia gave it a moment's thought. More desolate than the Fourteenth Firmament, and more dangerous. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is denser there, but the laws of the realm are harsher.

"There, cultivators in the High Immortal Realm can barely protect themselves. Only those in the True Immortal Realm really have a place to stand."

"Then how did you get from the Fifteenth Firmament down to the Fourteenth Firmament in the first place?" Jared asked.

Lydia went quiet for a moment, as if weighing her words.

"The Ghost Clan was slaughtered by the celestials. My clansmen were either killed or scattered. We were left clinging to what little was left. For the Ghost Clan's future, I could only place my hope on the Door of Reincarnation. Once the soul and sense of the Ghost Clan cultivators trapped in the Reincarnation Division were released, the Ghost Clan would still have hope," Lydia said.

"I did everything I could to help you. I got you in touch with Mr. Sanders and helped you get the Door of Reincarnation."

Jared let out a quiet breath.

He knew that feeling.

Being hunted. Running from place to place. Never able to stop long enough to breathe. He had lived through that himself.

That crushing helplessness wasn't new to him. He knew it too well.

Lydia glanced at him.

The corner of her mouth lifted a little, but she didn't say anything.

Right then, Gwendolyn suddenly opened her eyes.

"Something's wrong."

Her voice came out cold enough that the air around them seemed to drop a few degrees Celsius.

Jared felt it too.

The void passage was shaking.

Not the normal, faint tremor that came from the natural fluctuations of the force of Space Law.

This was violent. Forced. Something from the outside was interfering with it.

Fragments of space along the passage walls began to peel away, letting out sharp, piercing shrieks.

"Someone's interfering with the passage!"

Lydia's expression changed at once. "That's impossible. Void passages are torn open at random, not fixed routes. How could anyone interfere with one?"

She hadn't even finished speaking before a terrifying force slammed through the outer wall of the passage.

Boom!

The entire void passage twisted violently.

Space fragments blasted outward like a storm of shattered glass.

Jared felt an irresistible force tearing at his body.

Lydia and Gwendolyn were getting farther and farther away in his sight.

"Jared!" Lydia's voice reached him from far off, growing fainter by the second.

"Lydia! Gwendolyn!"

Jared threw his hand out desperately, trying to grab anything.

There was nothing around him except empty space, drifting fragments, and endless darkness.

The spatial storm caught his body and dragged him down toward an unknown destination.

As he plunged through the void, Jared caught a faint trace of something.

Demonic aura.

Black. Cold. Packed with endless malice.

He knew that demonic aura. It belonged to Skylar.

No.

Not completely.

Skylar's demonic aura was a pure black, but this one carried something else inside it too—a streak of scorching heat, like molten fire running through the dark.

Could it be the Inferno Devil?

That thought hit Jared hard enough to make everything in him tighten. If the Inferno Devil was really coming for him, then with strength like his, he wouldn't even count for much.

Jared gritted his teeth and tried to steady himself, but the space storm was too strong.

His chaotic force tore through his body at full speed, and violet radiance burst from his skin, barely shielding his vital points.

Then everything in front of him went black.

He lost consciousness.

*****

Jared came to from a burst of brutal pain.

He opened his eyes and found himself staring at an unfamiliar sky.

The sky was a deep violet, and high above hung two suns—one gold, one silver.

Their light poured down together, washing the earth in a strange gold-violet glow.

The spiritual energy in the air was at least ten times denser than in the Fourteenth Firmament, and it felt purer too, heavier somehow.

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