A Man Like None Other

Jared hurriedly shielded his eyes before gradually looking ahead. Soon, he realized he had already reached the end of the cave.

At the cave’s end was a distinct stone door adorned with various artworks that even he couldn’t decipher. “There are indeed people who live here…”

Upon seeing the stone door, Jared was certain that someone had been living there.

Treading cautiously, Jared approached and placed his hand on the stone door. Then, he channeled a surge of spiritual energy into it.

Jared wanted to check for traps inside the stone door. It would be too risky to recklessly push it open.

After realizing there were no traps behind it, Jared pushed the door open forcefully.

Beyond the stone door, there surprisingly lay a modest stone chamber brimming with all sorts of magical items. These items shimmered vibrantly, casting their radiance in all directions.

Moreover, they were imbued with an incredibly intense fiery aura.

Jared was utterly stunned upon seeing these treasures. He wasn’t sure if these objects had acquired their fiery aura from being in this place for years or if they had possessed it from the very beginning of their existence.

Among these treasures, Jared spotted an elderly man sitting on a square green stone platform measuring one meter on each side.

their frail body barely recognizable. Strands of grey hair hung down to their shoulders, their presence faint

before him, with its faint aura, was not a living being but

glow of these treasures, it seemed

turned to the old man and asked,

lifted his head. Despite his frailty and thin

question. Who are you, and how did you end

“I’m Jared Chance, a disciple

didn’t see the need to conceal his identity since

to be a disciple of the Violet Flame Sect because he sensed that the elderly man before him was connected

revealed that he was a disciple of the Violet Flame Sect, the sharp gaze of the elder softened

man asked, “Who is the sect leader of the

Garrido is the acting sect leader!” exclaimed

“I don’t remember him. I’ve been here

to Maurice, who was

a shell of

is there a man