A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6536

Beyond the bronze gate, the void passage turned slowly, and the force of Space Law moved through it like a soundless undertow in a bottomless abyss.

No answer came.

No one knew how many tens of thousands of years that gate had existed.

Every sigil carved into its frame had been inscribed in blood essence by mighty adepts of the Flame Deity Branch, each one carrying the realm-law power to connect the two worlds.

Every time it opened, it meant a turning point in the rise or fall of the Flame Deity Branch on this land.

And this time, it had opened as a plea for help.

Venerable Starwick belonged to the Flame Deity Branch, and now he was kneeling there before the bronze gate, forehead against the cold bronze, humbled to the extreme.

He had ruled Pole Star Hall for tens of thousands of years, long accustomed to standing above everyone else.

It had been a very long time since he had faced anyone in a posture like this.

But he knelt with absolute sincerity—not out of loyalty to the celestials, but out of a raw, burning hunger for revenge.

If he could bring down powerful adepts from the Upper Realm, if he could crush Beastmoor Ridge, if he could tear that purple-eyed youth apart with his own hands, then there was no price he would not pay.

Deep within the void passage, that ancient will remained silent for a long time.

Long enough for Venerable Starwick to start wondering whether the other side simply disdained responding to a defeated general from the Lower Realm.

The elders behind him held their breath and did not dare make a sound.

Then, at last, that will spoke again.

The voice was cold and majestic, stripped of all emotion.

Each word landed like muffled thunder grinding down from the clouds.

"Why is your cultivation so pitifully low?"

Venerable Starwick lowered his head even more. "Your servant was incompetent. A monster appeared in Beastmoor Ridge, one who possesses chaotic force and is protected by the inheritance of the Aureate Way.

"Your servant burned blood essence to fight him and fell from Golden Immortal Level Three to Golden Immortal Level One. Deepvault Cloister and Saintspire Court stood by and watched. Outnumbered and abandoned, your servant was driven to this state."

"Chaotic force? The inheritance of the Aureate Way?"

For the first time, the voice shifted, touched by something like old memory and sudden caution. "Explain in detail."

Venerable Starwick drew a deep breath, shifted his knees against the floor, and began from the beginning.

He started with how Jared, with only True Immortal Realm Level Six cultivation, had crossed the void passage and descended into the Sixteenth Firmament.

Then he told how Jared had destroyed the entire Celestial Alliance by himself, how he had returned to the Seventeenth Firmament carrying the black stone token from the Chaos Sanctum, and how he had still met Venerable Starwick's full-force assault head-on even after Starwick had burned his blood essence.

He spoke with painstaking care and without embellishment.

In front of an existence like this, lies had no value. If anything, they would only make things worse.

The far end of the void passage fell silent for a long time.

Venerable Starwick could feel that ancient will thinking—or perhaps conferring with someone else.

After a long while, the voice spoke again.

"What strength does Beastmoor Ridge still have?"

"Less than 1,500 remain. But Deepvault Cloister has switched sides, and 500 disciples of the Frost Deity Branch have joined them. With the three allied parties joined in force, their strength can no longer be underestimated," Venerable Starwick said truthfully.

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