A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6342

The Tribunal Venerable's hidden chamber for seclusion lay in the deepest part of the great hall, sealed behind seven layers of ancient wards.

The walls of the hidden chamber had been forged from meteoric iron, and every surface was covered in the celestials' highest sigils.

At the center of the hidden chamber stood a stone dais.

A complicated ritual array had been carved into its surface. It was the celestials' oldest summoning art, one that could call down the phantom of a powerhouse from the Upper Realm into the Lower Realm.

The Tribunal Venerable had never used this summoning art before.

The price was too steep.

One summoning would burn away a full hundred years of his cultivation.

And even then, there was no guarantee the summoned powerhouse would answer.

The powerhouses of the Upper Realm all stood with their eyes above the heavens.

Who would bother with a call from the Lower Realm?

But at this point, he couldn't afford to care about any of that.

He sat cross-legged on the stone dais, formed seals with both hands, and drove the holy radiance inside him into motion.

Golden radiance poured out of his body and streamed into the ritual array on the stone dais.

One sigil after another lit up across the ritual array.

Blinding golden radiance flooded out and turned the entire hidden chamber bright as day.

"With the bloodline of the celestials as the guide, with the laws of the realm as the bridge, let the honored one of the Upper Realm descend here!"

The Tribunal Venerable's voice rolled out low and solemn.

Every word carried surging spiritual power.

The light of the ritual array kept growing stronger, brighter and brighter, until the whole hidden chamber started to tremble.

Then a beam of light shot up from the ritual array and punched straight into the sky.

The Tribunal Venerable's face went deathly pale.

The loss of a hundred years of cultivation had nearly hollowed his body out.

He clenched his teeth and stared at the center of the ritual array without blinking, waiting for that phantom to appear.

A phantom appeared.

It was a blurry human outline.

Its face couldn't be seen clearly. The only things visible were a suit of golden armor and a pair of enormous wings of light spreading behind its back.

A terrifying pressure rolled off it.

It came down like a mountain over his head, pressing the Tribunal Venerable so hard he could barely draw breath.

A sharp glint flashed through the Tribunal Venerable's eyes.

It had come.

A powerhouse from the Upper Realm.

Before the Tribunal Venerable could get a word out, a second phantom rose inside the ritual array.

Then a third appeared right after it. Then a fourth. Then a fifth.

Five apparitions. Five people. All of them stood inside the ritual array at the same time.

The Tribunal Venerable's pupils tightened all at once.

He had only summoned one person.

So why had five come?

The five apparitions gradually solidified, and the faces of the five companions came into view.

They all looked young, no more than twenty or thirty at a glance.

But in every pair of eyes, time had already settled into something old and weathered, like they had watched endless years pass.

Their cultivation was all at True Immortal Realm Level Eight, exactly the same as the Tribunal Venerable's.

But the force pressing off them was on an entirely different level from his.

It was the kind of presence that seeped out of the bone, something only countless fights to the death could forge.

The one standing at the very front had a hard, cold face, sharp brows, bright eyes, and long silver-white hair falling down his back.

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