A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6334

The Celestial Tribunal still hadn't made a move.

The golden encampment stood in silence on the Wastelands, as some sleeping beast sprawled across the plain.

A screen of light flashed under the sun, sharp enough to sting the eyes, and nothing beyond it could be seen clearly.

Hadrian stood on the central platform of the camp, looking out into the distance.

Lydia stood beside him.

"Malachy isn't coming," Lydia said.

"I know."

"Windclear isn't coming either."

"I know."

"It's only us."

Hadrian went quiet for a moment, then a smile pulled at his mouth.

"Even if it's only us, we fight."

Lydia looked at him once and said nothing.

"When is Jared coming out of seclusion?" Hadrian asked.

"Don't know." Lydia shook her head. "Maybe the people from the Tribunal are waiting on Jared, too..."

Hadrian nodded.

At that same moment, inside the Pentacarna Tower, Jared sat within the stillness.

He pressed both hands onto the pile of crystals and began drawing out the spiritual power sealed inside them.

Chaotic force moved through his body, pulling the spiritual power from the crystal thread by thread into the spirit well.

Violet radiance flowed around him, growing thicker, growing brighter.

The spiritual power inside the crystals rushed into him without end, like a hundred rivers pouring into the sea.

Under the repeated impact of spiritual power, Jared's meridians kept stretching wider and hardening under the strain. In his spirit well, the chaotic force vortex spun faster and faster, growing larger with every turn.

One emberstone crystal was drained dry and crumbled into ash-white powder.

Then another one emptied out the same way and collapsed into powder, too.

Jared kept his eyes shut. His breathing stayed even, and his whole body sat there like a carved statue, utterly still.

But inside him, everything was being turned upside down.

The chaotic force in his spirit well gathered tighter, compressed further, and refined itself again and again.

All the spiritual power drawn from the crystals was swallowed by the chaotic force, transformed, fused together, and made into power that belonged to him alone.

Time passed soundlessly within the Pentacarna Tower.

On the first day, he absorbed 300 crystals, and his cultivation rose from the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Eight to the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Eight.

On the second day, he absorbed another 500 crystals, and his cultivation broke through to the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Eight.

The third day. The fourth day. The fifth day...

One emberstone crystal after another was sucked dry and reduced to ash-white powder.

In front of Jared, the powder piled up into a small hill.

On the tenth day, he absorbed 3,000 crystals, and his cultivation broke through to True Immortal Realm Level Nine.

On the fiftieth day, he absorbed another 5,000 crystals, and his cultivation broke through to the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Nine.

On the hundredth day, he absorbed the last 2,000 crystals, and his cultivation broke through to High Immortal Realm Level Nine.

Jared opened his eyes.

His eyes had changed. They were no longer ordinary black, but a deep violet, and within his pupils, it looked as though stars were slowly turning.

Violet radiance curled around his body. It wasn't violent. It stayed quiet instead, like a sleeping dragon coiled in stillness.

He could tell the chaotic force inside him was several times stronger than before. His meridians were several times wider than before. His physical body was several times tougher than before.

He rose to his feet and clenched his fist.

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