A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6805

A violent force from deep beneath the ground thrust the continent's left half upward. It soared tens of miles into the sky as mountains shattered, layers of stone peeled away, and dust billowed in every direction.

The right half plunged downward, its rock strata overturning and its ground collapsing as it sank into the boundless void and the deep sea below. Hidden realms disappeared beneath the ruins.

Heaven and earth seemed to turn upside down. Mountains and rivers reversed their courses, the land shattered, and even the sun and moon appeared to lose their light.

The center of the continent became the heart of a vast inferno.

Mountains, cities, valleys, hidden realms, and thick layers of rock broke into fragments of every shape and size.

Some were as enormous as whole cities or mountain ranges, weighing billions of pounds. Wrapped in blazing white light, rolling smoke, and violent spiritual energy, they fell with enough force to crush everything beneath them.

Others ranged from house-sized slabs to boulders and loose stones. They scattered through the air in an endless barrage, striking indiscriminately in every direction.

The shattered remains of the continent—rock, ruined buildings, trees, earth, and debris—broke free of the land and its pull. Like the crushed remnants of an entire world, they hurtled toward the Void Sea far below.

Within moments, a boundless torrent of falling wreckage filled the sky, blotting out the light. Layer upon layer of debris stretched for thousands of miles, an apocalyptic spectacle vast enough to shake the heavens.

Countless cultivators, ordinary inhabitants, and people who had spent their lives in secluded cultivation were caught and swallowed by the sudden catastrophe.

Figures tumbled from the collapsing continent like startled birds, scattered ants, or raindrops torn from the sky. They filled the air, tracing arcs of helpless desperation against the brilliant blue heavens.

Small, fragile, powerless, and terrified, they could do nothing against the destruction of their world.

Some reacted quickly. They desperately circulated their spiritual energy, drew on their origin power, raised protective barriers, and flew upward, struggling to steady themselves and escape the fall.

Others were a moment too slow. The newly opened fissures swallowed them alive, and they vanished into the depths without leaving a trace.

Some had only just taken flight when gigantic fragments of rock struck them. Their protective barriers shattered, their bodies burst apart, and their souls dispersed instantly.

Others wept, screamed, and cried desperately for help, calling to companions, friends, and family. Their voices disappeared beneath the overwhelming roar, too faint to matter amid the destruction.

Crying, shrieks, wails, desperate calls for help, explosions of spiritual energy, shattering stone, the earth turning over, and the thunder of a collapsing world—all merged into one unending din.

Dust filled the air. White light burned through the smoke. Ruins covered the land, mountains and rivers collapsed, and living beings perished in countless numbers.

In a single moment, the whole continent had become a living hell, a realm of death and devastation. Its peace of ages had been destroyed, its people slaughtered by calamity, and its former prosperity wiped away.

Jared's gaze swept through the tumbling wreckage, billowing dust, and distant void. It passed over falling figures, shattered mountains, and collapsing plains. Suddenly his heart tightened and his pupils contracted.

Among the countless tiny, chaotic silhouettes plummeting from the sky, a slender figure in purple flashed into view.

Violet!