A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6521

After returning to Freevale, Jared set the Pentacarna Tower in the center of the square.

He poured spiritual power into the Pentacarna Tower, and the black body of the tower began to tremble.

The shaking grew more violent by the second.

Then the Pentacarna Tower began to expand, swelling from palm-sized to about a foot tall, from a foot to several yards, and from several yards to more than ten yards.

It rose out of the middle of the square like a small mountain.

The sigils across the tower lit with a dark, eerie glow, and the aura of the Time Law poured out from within.

The pressure alone made the people nearby retreat several steps before they realized they were moving.

"The Pentacarna Tower speeds up time. One day outside is a hundred days inside. I'll move the treasury's resources into the tower, and everyone will enter in batches to cultivate."

Elder Cillian and the others knew exactly what kind of treasure the Pentacarna Tower was.

Every one of them lit up at once.

With this much in resources, plus the tower's Time Law, their cultivation would be twice as effective with half the effort.

Every last resource from the treasury was moved into the Pentacarna Tower.

Mountainous piles of emberstone crystals, rows upon rows of healing elixirs, dazzling arcane implements, whole walls of technique jade slips—everything was carried inside until not a single inch of the chamber was left empty.

The moment the door sealed shut, dusky radiance began to course over the tower's surface.

The Time Law stirred, and the flow of time inside the tower surged—one day outside, a hundred days within.

The cultivators entered the Pentacarna Tower in batches to cultivate, recover from their injuries, and break through.

One group went in, another came out, and the cycle repeated without end.

A hundred days inside the tower for a single day outside—under that divide, everyone's progress shot to an almost unbelievable level.

Power that should have taken decades to recover came back in only days inside the tower.

Those with grave injuries went into seclusion there to heal, and when they emerged, they were already fully recovered.

Elder cultivators who had been stalled for years shattered their bottlenecks inside the tower and stepped out stronger than before.

Jared entered the Pentacarna Tower as well.

He sat cross-legged on the ninth layer, with piles of emberstone crystals and healing elixirs heaped in front of him.

He set the Focus Technique in motion, drew the spiritual power out of those resources, swallowed it into his meridians, and refined it into chaotic force.

One emberstone crystal after another was drained dry.

Their brilliant color faded away, leaving only gray-white powder behind.

One healing elixir after another was refined away as immense medicinal force rushed into his meridians, where the chaotic force devoured it, transformed it, and absorbed it.

He remained inside the tower for a hundred days.

Outside, only a single day passed.

True Immortal Realm Level Six, middle-phase.

Then late phase.

Then the peak.

Then he broke into True Immortal Realm Level Seven.

He opened his eyes.

The chaotic aura in those violet eyes had deepened, as if the primal chaos at the birth of the universe had been sealed inside them.

Now that he had advanced to True Immortal Realm Level Seven, the chaotic force in his meridians had become vastly more powerful and far more condensed—several times greater than before.

At the same time, the Aureate Codex's warding sigils evolved as well.

The golden dragon sigils grew denser than before, covering every inch of his skin.

But it still wasn't enough.

He could feel the bottleneck now.

Going from True Immortal Realm Level Seven to Level Eight wasn't something sheer accumulation of spiritual power could force open.

He needed tempering.

He needed real combat.

He needed to grind himself against the edge of life and death.

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