A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6445

"A fierce need to take it rose through Venerable Starwick in an instant.

Nothing showed on his face. He forced the restless surge down, and only the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a curve that meant far more than it revealed."

Then he asked in a flat tone, "Interesting. Truly interesting. A lowly True Immortal, a petty cultivator from the borderlands of the Lower Realm, actually managed to hide a sovereign relic of this level inside his spirit. That defies reason."

"I ask you both this: have you thoroughly investigated this man's origins and background? Are you certain he has no hidden mighty adept behind him, no top order at his back?"

"Please put your mind at ease, Hall Master. His background has been thoroughly checked. There is absolutely no hidden danger!" Venerable Emberlain immediately bent at the waist and answered, his tone locked firm as he moved at once to cut away the concern.

"This man was nothing more than the leader of the Resistance in one corner of the Sixteenth Firmament. He struggled along alone, with no master order protecting him, no elders holding him up, and no sect power he could rely on. From beginning to end, he was a wandering cultivator.

Before this, your servant had already made a move. I crushed his physical body by force, severed his foundation, and wiped out his followers. Now all that remains is this one isolated strand of spirit trapped inside the pearl.

He has nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no way to stir up any storm. He absolutely will not draw any foremost mighty adept to demand an accounting. You may refine him without concern."

"Venerable Starwick fell silent for a moment.

His fingertip tapped lightly against the armrest of the black throne. His gaze darkened as he swiftly measured the risks against the gain."

"A moment later, he slowly rose to his feet.

The golden halo around him thickened by several degrees, and the pressure inside the hall climbed sharply with it."

"Since his background is clean, and the opportunity stands before us, there is no need for further hesitation."

Venerable Starwick gave the order in a deep voice, every word leaving no room for dispute. "Take the Soul-Vault Pearl to the central Soul-Refining Hall behind the high hall.

Send the order down at once. Summon every serving Golden Immortal adept in the hall. All of them are to gather in the Soul-Refining Hall and join forces to activate the ultimate complete ancient Soul-Refining Grand Array."

"Today, I will personally preside over it. I want to see with my own eyes exactly what kind of sovereign relic is hidden in the depths of this lower-realm stripling's spirit, and exactly how solid that barrier truly is."

"Deep within the inner precincts of Pole Star Hall, the barriers stood dense and severe.

Layer upon layer of wards cut the place off from the outside world. Ordinary cultivators could go their entire lives without being allowed within half a step of it."

"There stood a special hall, ancient, solemn, and steeped in killing aura.

It was none other than Pole Star Hall's restricted stronghold—the Soul-Refining Hall."

"The place was vast in scale, its interior far larger than the former hidden purgatorial chamber of the Celestial Alliance.

Its walls had been cast from soul-binding wardstone."

"It sealed away sound, locked down spirits, blocked light, and cut off aura.

It had been built specifically to interrogate prisoners, refine spirits, and suppress evil entities. The atmosphere inside pressed down cold and heavy, with killing aura coiling through every corner."

"At the very center of the hall stood a natural blackstone altar, ten yards square.

The stone was incredibly hard. It could withstand crushing pressure, flame, and the corrosion of the laws of the realm."

"Across its surface, dense layers of elder soul-refining runework had been carved, stacked over one another and crossing in every direction.

The patterns were obscure and difficult to read, feeding into one another in closed loops. Their power far surpassed the stripped-down version from the Sixteenth Firmament, and the killing energy had risen by more than double."

"Along the four edges of the stone dais stood eight soul-binding pillars in perfect order.

Each one was pitch-black from top to bottom, towering and thick."

"The pillars were rooted deep underground and linked to the leyline spiritual power below.

Beneath every pillar, a household Golden Immortal adept of Pole Star Hall had already taken a cross-legged seat in advance."

"The eight Golden Immortals carried steady auras, their faces solemn.

Spiritual power gathered around each of them, held at the edge of release, while their cultivation levels were arranged in staggered order."

"They ranged from Golden Immortal Level One to Golden Immortal Level Two.

All of them were core fighting strength within Pole Star Hall, adepts who had guarded the hall for years and specialized in forming arrays together to refine spirits."

"Venerable Starwick stepped into the core position directly before the stone dais.

He stood straight, his presence pressing over the entire hall. The Soul-Vault Pearl hovered steadily at the very center of the dais, its spiritual light withdrawn, quiet and motionless."

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