A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6732

The man in white lowered his eyes and said nothing.

For about fifteen seconds, nothing in the valley moved.

Even falling stones remained suspended in midair.

Then he slowly raised the hand holding his sword.

The plain white blade came level, its point aimed precisely at Aureon's corpse on the ground.

Light bloomed across the weapon.

A pale full moon rose above the blade and cast clear radiance for hundreds of miles. The glow looked soft, yet wherever it passed, the ordinary logic governing the world seemed to loosen.

A nearly transparent ripple spread outward from the sword tip.

It crossed stone.

Dust.

Blood.

Living bodies.

Then a law beyond the understanding of ordinary immortals and celestials descended into the world.

This was not a resurrection technique.

It was not physical regeneration.

It was one of the most tyrannical origin laws known across the heavens, a power forbidden by the order of Heaven itself.

Spacetime Reversal.

Everything touched by the ripple began moving backward.

There was no sense of wounds healing or ruins rebuilding in the ordinary direction. Cause and effect themselves were being pulled in reverse, forcing every fragment, every drop of blood, and every broken trace to retrace the path that had created it.

Black dust drifting through the air reversed course and returned to cracks in the ground. Dust that had already settled lifted first, drifted backward through the exact currents that had carried it, then tucked itself into the seams of stone from which it had been blasted.

Golden divine blood, ice-blue immortal blood, and dark-red blood rose from stone and soil in thin streams. Every droplet traced its former path through the air, returned to the body it had left, and disappeared into the original wound. Dried blood vanished from clothing and skin. Split flesh drew together until even the marks of injury were gone.

Collapsed cliffs rebuilt themselves. Broken rock flew upward, fractures sealed, and the vast black walls returned toward the state they had been in before the battle.

Scattered divine light, broken sigils, and soul fragments that had already vanished into the void reappeared one point at a time. Nothing was created anew. What had dispersed was being summoned backward along its own history and returned precisely to where it had existed before destruction.

The world reversed.

Time ran backward.

Sequence itself was rewritten.

Jared lay facedown in the scorched earth, barely conscious.

His meridians were torn. His core was dry. His chaotic force had almost completely dispersed.

The moment the spacetime ripple passed through him, a vast, warm power entered every limb and began undoing the damage. The sensation was completely different from medicine or regeneration: his injuries were not being repaired so much as deprived of the moment in which they had ever been inflicted.

Chaotic force that had already collapsed began flowing backward into his core, thread by thread.

Torn meridians reconnected.

Split flesh closed.

Bleeding stopped, scabbed over, and then disappeared as though the wounds had never existed.

Jared's unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.

Shock flooded his purple eyes.

His entire body trembled.

"This... How is this possible? Reversing time and rewriting sequence... That's already touching the foundation of Heaven's laws..."

He forced his head around toward Aureon's corpse.

The dead body had begun to rise.

Bones and tendons that had once been burned to ash rebuilt themselves.

Flesh erased in the earlier battle knitted itself back into existence.

Cracks in the Celestial Emperor's Sovereign Blade closed, and its golden divine light returned.

Most terrifying of all, the core divine soul that Ghost Seven's Ninefold Nether flame had completely annihilated was coming back.

Golden motes appeared throughout the void.

They flowed backward through time, gathered together, and reconstructed the soul that should no longer have existed before returning it to the divine core within Aureon's body.

The twenty deaths, the destruction of his soul, the annihilation of his foundation—every supposedly irreversible loss was erased by the power of spacetime.

Reality rewound to roughly one hour earlier.

Back to a point when Aureon had not yet truly died and his soul remained intact.

Roughly twenty seconds later, the floating body's lashes trembled.

The familiar dark-gold eyes opened.

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