A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6455

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A deep, ancient Dao tone sounded from within the depths of the spirit.

"The Aureate Codex sensed the fatal crisis and, on its own, poured everything into protecting its master.

The protective golden radiance around the body surged violently in an instant, transforming into an unbreakable golden barrier that wrapped tightly around Jared's entire violet soul. The Myriad Arts could not invade it."

"The freezing silver radiance struck the golden barrier head-on.

It was like fireflies crashing into the sun and moon, like a mantis raising its arms before a war chariot. In an instant, the silver light cracked apart, was erased, and vanished, without leaving even the faintest mark. It failed to harm the spirit by even the smallest degree."

"Venerable Frostgrave's pupils tightened sharply.

The sight hit him too hard to settle. His face locked in disbelief."

"Elder Rowe, Elder Pennyworth, and the others froze where they stood.

Their faces stiffened as they stared at the scene before them. A defense like that had broken beyond reason. It made no sense, and yet it stood there untouched."

"Before anyone could react, the violet soul shifted slightly.

It turned direction on its own, condensed into an extremely fast violet streak, and used the force of the protective golden radiance to shoot toward the depths of the Wastelands."

"Its speed reached the limit.

In a breath, it crossed 1,000 miles. In the next blink, it vanished at the far end of the vast world, leaving no trace behind."

"Chase it! The spirit must be recovered. Do not let it escape!"

"Elder Rowe came back to himself and roared the order.

He was the first to accelerate and give chase."

"The three elders did not dare slow down.

They followed close behind. Four golden lights tore forward at full speed, racing in the direction where the violet streak had disappeared."

Across the Wastelands, Venerable Frostgrave was left alone in the wind.

"He lifted his eyes toward the far edge of the sky and stood there for a long time without a word.

At last, his form shifted. He turned away from the direction the others had taken and left in silence, alone against the wind, his back cut thin and solitary as he buried everything burning inside him and waited for the day he could take it back in blood."

"The violet streak did not sleep and did not rest.

It tore across the vast Wastelands at full speed, never daring to slow by even half a breath, never daring to stop for even an instant."

"Jared's soul curled inside the Aureate Codex's deep, warm golden radiance.

Every strand of his awareness stayed pulled tight as he drove himself onward, fleeing at full speed the entire way."

"He could not see the shadowing figures behind him.

But he could clearly sense the four lingering Golden Immortal dominions at his back. They still pinned down this entire region, their killing intent unscattered, their pursuit refusing to break."

"Only one command remained in him.

Run. Run with everything left. Do not stop.

The moment he stopped, his soul would be wiped from existence."

He flew through the entire night and crossed 10 thousand miles of the Wastelands.

"At the rim of the sky, three blazing suns slowly shifted their positions.

The dark began to thin. Morning light spilled over the land, and the outline of the Wastelands emerged in harsh, clean detail."

"Jared could not hold on any longer.

His soul had been driven to its limit. He forced the fleeing light down and slowly descended onto a remote, barren hillock, stopping there for the moment to hide and catch what little rest he could."

"He looked in every direction, and desolation filled his sight.

Low mountains rolled on and on. Withered yellow grass covered the open ground and swayed in the wind. There was no sign of human habitation, no cave residence where he could take shelter, no spirit spring to nourish him, no trace of a cultivator anywhere.

The place sat remote and hollow, cut off from the rest of the world."

"The world's spiritual essence was thick to an extreme here, but it carried sharp, violent Golden Immortal law-fragments within it.

Those fragments drifted everywhere, invisible and soundless, gnawing without pause at every living thing around them."

"The Aureate Codex's golden radiance barely held the lethal law-fragments outside.

That thin defense was all that kept Jared's soul intact."

"But Jared's soul had already been worn down past reason.

Day after day of flight and pressure had drained too much from him. He had long since been pushed to the edge."

"Even with the protective golden radiance around him, he still could not fully block the lingering power of those laws of the realm.

Pain and numbness came through his soul in waves. The strain pressed at him as if it would split him open, and at any moment he risked scattering apart and falling for good."

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