A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6673

A streak of golden light shot through the void passage between the Twentieth and Nineteenth Firmaments.

It moved like a falling star across the darkness, dragging a long golden tail behind it.

Inside the light stood a white-haired old man.

He wore a dark-green robe embroidered with ancient divine patterns. The patterns moved slowly, releasing a deep and heavy aura.

Grand Elder Greenwood.

He had descended by order to investigate Corvin Skyreach's death.

Behind him followed six golden-armored guards. Each one was Golden Immortal Level Seven, steady and sharp, clearly elite warriors from the Celestial High Temple.

At the end of the void passage, light opened.

Grand Elder Greenwood led the six guards through and appeared in the sky of the Nineteenth Firmament.

The sky was deep blue.

Sunlight broke through the clouds and lit the land below.

Distant mountains lined the horizon. Vast plains spread beneath them. Rivers wound through the earth like silver ribbons sewn into green silk.

Grand Elder Greenwood did not spare the scenery a glance.

His spirit sense had already swept outward, covering thousands of miles.

Human cultivators.

Demonic cultivators.

Demon beasts.

Celestials.

Countless auras entered his perception.

His brow tightened slightly.

There were fewer celestial auras than he had expected.

Especially in the direction of the Golden Crow clan.

The strong aura that should have stood there was gone.

Corvin Skyreach's aura had indeed vanished.

"To the Thunder God clan."

Grand Elder Greenwood's voice was cold.

The six guards answered together.

"Yes."

Golden light flashed.

The seven of them turned into streaks of light and flew toward Thunderdeep.

Thunderdeep was the Thunder God clan's territory.

Lightning rolled through its sky all year round, rumbling without pause. The Thunder God clan had controlled that region for tens of thousands of years.

Grand Elder Greenwood landed with his guards before the Thunder God clan's main hall.

The guards outside the hall saw the golden divine patterns on their robes.

Their faces changed instantly.

Those patterns represented the Celestial High Temple of the Twentieth Firmament.

They knelt at once.

"Welcome, Grand Elder of the High Temple."

Grand Elder Greenwood did not respond.

He walked straight into the hall.

Ronan Thunderfall had already received word and was waiting inside.

He wore a silver robe, with fine lightning coiling around him. When he saw Grand Elder Greenwood, he forced a smile, but the tension and guilt on his face could not be hidden.

"Grand Elder Greenwood, why did you come in person? If you needed something, you could have sent word. There was no need for--"

"Corvin Skyreach is dead."

Grand Elder Greenwood cut him off coldly. "Do you know what happened?"

Ronan's smile froze.

Of course he knew.

That day in Soul Burial Valley, he had led the Thunder God clan away at the critical moment and left Corvin to Jared and the demonic cultivators.

He had not killed Corvin himself.

But he was not clean either.

"Grand Elder Greenwood, this matter..."

Sweat appeared on Ronan's forehead. "Corvin's death had nothing to do with the Thunder God clan."

"Nothing to do with you?"

Grand Elder Greenwood's gaze cut into him like a blade. "Then tell me how he died."

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