A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6535

Morgana’s brow twitched. “What do you mean?”

“Venerable Starwick lost, and Pole Star Hall was crippled. But don’t forget—there’s one thing they have that no other force does.”

Venerable Glacier set down his cup and spoke each word with deliberate weight. “A communications passage to the Eighteenth Firmament.”

The side hall went dead quiet for a beat.

Wind squeezed through the cracks in the lattice window, making the candlelight tremble.

“The Eighteenth Firmament?” Wellspring’s face changed. “Pole Star Hall can contact the Eighteenth Firmament?”

“Yes.”

Venerable Glacier’s voice turned heavy. “Pole Star Hall is the Seventeenth Firmament branch of the Flame Deity line. In the Eighteenth Firmament, that line still has real powerhouses holding the field. After losing this badly, with Starwick’s temperament, he won’t swallow it.”

“He’ll do whatever it takes to contact the Eighteenth Firmament and beg the celestials there to descend.

And once those stronger figures arrive...”

He didn’t finish.

He didn’t need to. Everyone at the table understood.

Powerhouses from the Eighteenth Firmament were beings cultivators of the Seventeenth Firmament could only look up at.

Pole Star Hall’s headquarters controlled a Saintlight spirit vein and commanded thousands of disciples. Add the celestial powers behind them, and if they were given even a little time to recover, their counterattack would be fiercer than anything that had come before.

Silence held the room for a long time.

Then Jared spoke, his voice as steady as ever. “Then we don’t give him time to recover.”

“You mean...” Venerable Glacier looked at him, something sharp flashing through his icy-blue eyes.

“We wipe out Pole Star Hall while it’s still wounded.”

Jared said it as casually as if he were deciding what to eat that day. “Before reinforcements from the Eighteenth Firmament can come down, we tear out Pole Star Hall’s roots in the Seventeenth Firmament completely. Once they lose their footing here, even if those reinforcements arrive, they won’t be able to stir up much.”

Cloudspire sucked in a breath. “Mr. Chance, Pole Star Hall may be crippled, but they still have eight hundred shattered troops left. And even if Venerable Starwick’s cultivation has fallen, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. If we attack now, isn’t that...”

“Exactly. A starving camel is still bigger than a horse.”

Jared cut him off, his violet eyes sweeping across everyone there. “But we’re not one horse anymore. Beastmoor Ridge is still standing. Deepvault Cloister has come over to our side. Three forces together are enough to crush a crippled Pole Star Hall. If we wait until the Eighteenth Firmament sends reinforcements, it’ll be too late.”

Venerable Glacier was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Jared’s right. Since I’ve chosen this side, I won’t hesitate again. Deepvault Cloister’s scouts have watched Pole Star Hall for thousands of years. I have a general idea where that passage to the Eighteenth Firmament is hidden.”

“From the moment contact is made, to an envoy descending, to reorganizing what’s left of Pole Star Hall, the fastest it could happen is one month.

Within that month, Pole Star Hall has to be destroyed.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Jared rose to his feet. “The wounded stay behind and recover. Everyone else goes into closed-door cultivation immediately. A hundred days inside the Pentacarna Tower is one day outside. With the resources we have now, everyone’s fighting strength can be restored within three days.”

Jared summoned the Pentacarna Tower. Only inside it could they recover in the shortest time possible.

By the time Jared stepped into the Pentacarna Tower, the interior was already packed with resources taken from the Celestial Alliance treasury.

Piles of emberstone crystals rose like hills, spilling multicolored light across the chamber.

Rows of healing elixirs sat in jade vials, rich medicinal fragrance filling the air, while wall upon wall of technique scrolls gave off an ancient aura of realm-law.

Jared sat cross-legged inside the Pentacarna Tower.

In that fight against Venerable Starwick, he had gone almost head-on with a peak Golden Immortal Level Three opponent who'd burned his own blood essence.

Chaotic force might have held holy radiance in check, but the gap in their cultivation had been real. Every clash of their swords had ground away at Jared's very foundation.

Seventy percent of his spiritual power was gone, and the scorched traces of Venerable Starwick's holy radiance still lingered through his meridians.

When he looked inward, fine cracks lined the inner walls of several major meridians—hidden damage left behind when holy radiance and chaotic force had collided inside his body.

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