A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6811

The worst damage was to Violet's soul.

Her immortal soul had once been dense, clear, stable, and remarkably resilient. Now it resembled an ancient bronze bell that had been struck thousands of times by enormous hammers.

From the outside, the bell might still look intact. Within, however, countless fine fractures ran across it in every direction.

Her soul's foundation was trembling violently and had become so weak that it might break apart at any moment, scattering her soul beyond recovery and ending her life for good.

The devastating shock wave from the continent's collapse and the force of her fall from the sky were not the only causes of these injuries.

Something else was inside her: a thin strand of strange, exceptionally pure, dark-gold power, both domineering and utterly unfamiliar.

It was ancient, violent, fierce, and searing. It belonged neither to immortal cultivation nor to the demonic path, the celestials, or any recognized power of the myriad clans.

It was the unknown suppressive force that had erupted from beneath the continent when an ancient seal broke apart.

That energy was extraordinarily aggressive and destructive. It had lodged deep within Violet's meridians and core and refused to leave.

It was ravenously devouring what remained of her immortal spiritual energy, tearing at her meridians and flesh, and shaking the very origin of her immortal soul.

The fact that Violet had managed to preserve even a fragment of her soul and a spark of life—rather than dying instantly—was an extraordinary stroke of fortune, possible only because her cultivation was profound, her soul exceptionally tough, and her luck remarkable.

Jared's chaotic force flowed slowly into her, nourishing her damaged body layer by layer. It began repairing her wounds, smoothing over the fractures, and strengthening the life remaining within her.

Under the gentle nourishment and powerful restorative properties of the chaotic origin, her severed meridians reconnected little by little, their breaks closing an inch at a time.

The spiritual-energy channels that had been dry and lifeless began to stir again. Like streams thawing at the end of a long winter, they slowly filled with flowing water and recovered their vitality.

But just as the repairs were proceeding steadily, the strand of dark-gold power buried inside Violet sensed the intrusion of an unfamiliar origin. It erupted without warning, thrashing in violent resistance.

BOOM!

A scorching, destructive force exploded inside her and rampaged through her broken meridians and depleted core.

It tried to tear apart the chaotic force repairing her injuries, extinguish the last of her life, and shatter the foundation of her immortal soul.

The dark-gold energy surged and rolled, vicious and overwhelming. It repeatedly struck the streams of gray chaotic light, struggling to drive them away and obliterate them.

For a moment, the two origin powers collided fiercely inside Violet's ruined body. They fought for control, devouring and resisting each other in a relentless struggle.

Her already helpless body began to shake and convulse. Her faint breathing became even more erratic, almost stopping altogether.

Pain contorted her bloodless face. The tiny amount of life she still possessed flickered wildly and began to ebb away once more.

"Hold on! Don't be afraid! I'm here!"

Jared's low command rang out as he concentrated every part of his mind. His resolve hardened, and he kept his eyes firmly shut, refusing to let his attention waver for even an instant.

He knew that if he stopped, relaxed, or yielded even slightly, that violent dark-gold force would run completely out of control.

It would shred her remaining meridians, destroy her core, and erase the last remnants of her immortal soul. Not even a Grand Zenith Immortal or an ancient master could save her then.

Whoosh!