The Man's Decree (Favo novel) novel Chapter 5202

“This is your ancestor’s entire legacy!” Jared shut his eyes, drinking in the knowledge. “The charm is a legacy array. Any bearer of Flaxseed blood will trigger it—move, now!”

Flaxseed hurried forward and pressed the token against the shining stone.

Light exploded. Thousands of runes swarmed around him like pale fireflies before melting into his flesh.

In his mind bloomed complete mastery—from crafting simple paper charms to creating grand, realm-spanning arrays.

His spiritual energy grew purer, blocked meridians opened, and his cultivation began a steady, unstoppable climb.

“It’s real—every word of it!”

Overwhelmed, he could find no further words.

Jared kept silent watch, absorbing every stray shard of knowledge that leaked from the glowing stone.

Though the true legacy eluded him, even those fragments deepened his understanding and nudged him toward a higher cultivation level.

At last, the radiance faded. Flaxseed opened his eyes; a keen light flashed within them. He had broken through to the Earthly Immortal Realm.

“I’ve broken through!” He flexed his fists, savoring the flood of power. “If not for your warning, Jared, I’d have missed this chance forever.”

Neither man dared waste another heartbeat. They slipped behind the tablet and followed a narrow passage that bored deeper into the mountain. The farther they walked, the tighter the walls pressed in and the heavier the demonic aura grew, but the ancestral runes on the stone and the token at Flaxseed’s waist kept the demonic aura at bay.

Half an hour later, the tunnel opened onto a molten lake. Dark-red magma rolled and hissed, baking the surrounding rock until it glowed. No bridge spanned the pool—only a few thick iron chains stretched to the far side, each rust-eaten link threatening to snap under its weight.

“How are we supposed to cross that?” Flaxseed stared at the churning lava. “Those chains wouldn’t hold a child, let alone the two of us.”

Flight was impossible here; whatever power stifled the air pinned them to the stone. One misstep would be deadly.

Jared’s gaze swept the cavern walls. Every few yards, a stone block jutted from the rock face, each one carved with cooling runes. “Those are our footholds,” he said. “The runes will keep the heat off. Step where I step, and don’t look down.”