A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6446

Time slipped by, minute after minute.

"1 hour passed.

The great array ran at full force, blazing firelight towering through the hall, and still it accomplished nothing."

"2 hours passed.

Spiritual power continued to drain away, and the eight immortals’ auras weakened by a thin margin. The golden radiance remained as steady as a mountain."

"Within the Soul-Refining Hall, the air grew heavier and heavier.

No one spoke. Only the low hum of flame burning through the void remained."

"The calm composure on Venerable Starwick’s face faded little by little.

First his expression tightened into a grave stillness. Then his gaze turned deep and uncertain. In the end, his eyes fixed on the scene before him as if the sight itself had broken every rule he knew."

"""Impossible. This is absolutely impossible!""

Venerable Starwick murmured the words under his breath, but they came out raw and heavy. The fact in front of him refused to settle into place."

"Nine Golden Immortals joining forces to form the array, driving the supreme wraithfire at full strength—even a late Golden Immortal soul could be forcibly melted down to nothing. How can we fail to break through the protection around the spirit of a True Immortal from the Lower Realm? This goes against the common laws of cultivation. It makes no sense at all!"

"The questions kept drilling deeper, and the need to see for himself would not stay contained.

Venerable Starwick finally stepped forward in person and came to the edge of the stone dais."

"He forced down the caution pressing at the bottom of his mind.

Then he carefully extended his powerful, condensed Golden Immortal spirit-sense toward the outer edge of the violet soul, intending to pierce the golden-radiance bulwark, see the true form of that relic hidden in the depths of the spirit, understand its foundation, and find the weakness that could break the stalemate."

"His spirit sense edged forward slowly.

It passed through layer after layer of fire and drew close to the golden bulwark."

In the next instant, he saw it clearly.

"At the deepest point of the spirit, an ancient codex hovered in silence.

Its entire body was gilded gold, its cover plain and heavy with age, and profound patterns flowed across it in subtle motion."

"Endless gentle golden radiance lingered around the codex.

It was not flashy. It did not stab at the eyes. Yet it carried an ancient majesty all its own, an aura before which the Myriad Arts could not intrude and all evil had to retreat. It rested there, steady as a mountain and silent as still water, as if it had existed in that place since the beginning of heaven and earth, surviving endless ages without ever wavering."

"The instant Venerable Starwick’s spirit sense touched the golden radiance at the codex’s edge, a terrifying retributive backlash force erupted from the elder Great Law, beyond the level of the heavens.

It came without warning, swift and sharp, and smashed straight into his consciousness field."

Bang!

"Venerable Starwick’s entire body jolted hard.

Pain tore through his spirit until he could not hold back a muffled groan. He staggered two steps backward, and a thread of golden nascence-blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His aura fell into disorder at once, and the injury to his spirit was anything but light."

"""Hall Master!""

On either side, Venerable Emberlain and Venerable Frostgrave saw what had happened and their hearts lurched. They hurried one step forward and cried out, lest the Hall Master’s injury turn on everyone else."

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