A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6583

Early the next morning, just as the first golden sun lifted its head over the eastern horizon, Jared opened his eyes from meditation.

After a full night's cultivation, most of his spiritual power had returned.

But he was still not back at full strength.

His cultivation had stalled at the middle phase of True Immortal Realm Level Eight, and the refinement of his chaotic force hadn't improved in any obvious way.

That battle with the Hall of Radiance had been fierce, but his opponent had only been Golden Immortal Realm Level Five. For him, it had ended in overwhelming victory.

It hadn't pushed him hard enough. And without that pressure, there was no opening for a breakthrough.

He needed a stronger enemy.

A crueler fight.

That was the only way he was going to break into a higher realm.

But the Divine King of the Twentieth Firmament was likely at peak Golden Immortal Level Nine. At his current cultivation, going up against that would have been like throwing an egg at a stone.

He had to get stronger.

At the very least, he needed to break into the Golden Immortal Realm before he could even hope to fight the Divine King.

And breaking into the Golden Immortal Realm would take an astronomical amount of resources.

Jared rose and stepped out of the room.

In the courtyard, a young disciple from Ashford Hollow was waiting by the doorway with a satchel of holding in both hands. The moment he saw Jared emerge, he hurriedly bowed.

"Mr. Chance, the Chief Preceptor sent this over," the disciple said. "Everything from the Hall of Radiance has been inventoried. All of it is in this satchel of holding."

Jared took the satchel of holding and sent his spirit sense inside.

His pupils tightened slightly.

There was far more in the satchel than he'd expected.

Crystals—millions of them, in every grade imaginable. Tens of thousands were top-tier alone.

Elixirs—tens of thousands, from healing pills to cultivation-boosting medicine, from low-grade to high-grade. It had everything.

Arcane implements—more than a thousand of them, in mixed grades. Even the worst were True Immortal Realm weapons, and several dozen had reached the Golden Immortal Realm.

Technique scrolls—hundreds of them, recording the Hall of Radiance's accumulated arcane arts, secret arts, formations, and elixir formulae from tens of thousands of years.

Spirit materials—piled up like mountains. Heavenly treasures, demon-beast cores, spirit herbs, spirit fruit, an overwhelming spread of rare resources, many of them things Jared had never even seen before.

The Hall of Radiance had spent tens of thousands of years building that treasury.

Now it had been emptied out in a single stroke and dropped straight into Jared's hands.

For an ordinary True Immortal cultivator, those resources were enough to carry someone all the way from True Immortal Realm Level Nine to Golden Immortal Level Three, maybe even Level Four.

But for Jared, who cultivated chaotic force, this much still wasn't enough to matter.

Chaotic force devoured resources at dozens of times the rate of cultivators at the same level—sometimes a hundred times. Even if he poured all of this into himself, being able to reach True Immortal Realm Level Nine would already count as a good result.

The Golden Immortal Realm was still a long way off.

Jared put the satchel away and headed for the courtyard next door.

Gwendolyn was already awake, standing in the yard in her ice-white gown, the fabric catching the morning light with a faint sheen.

The Heart of the Abyss rested in her hand. Icy blue light flowed out of the pearl and fused with the Frost God's power inside her.

A night's cultivation had completely stabilized her at Golden Immortal Level One. There was more color in her face now, and the light in her eyes looked clearer than before.

When she saw Jared come in, Gwendolyn put away the Heart of the Abyss and walked toward him.

"How did you sleep?" Jared asked.

"Very well."

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