John watched through Kirii's memories as he plummeted to the world below, streaking through the air like a meteor, picking up speed every second. A trail of fire streaked behind him as he carved his way through the sky, the land growing larger beneath him.
The continent they had arrived above was massive, filled with more biomes, mountain ranges, lakes as large as oceans, and other natural wonders than could be counted. He also saw sprawling cities larger than anything he had ever seen, with buildings piercing high into the clouds above, more like mountains than man-made structures.
The land he tumbled towards was a lush, forest covered area, the forest spreading for tens of thousands of miles in each direction, maybe more. John watched as he plummeted to the land below, a mountain range growing larger before him as he approached it.
He winced as he watched himself smash through the peak of the mountain, his body shattering the mountain as if struck by a heavenly body crashing into it. He pierced through the other side, his momentum slowed but not stopped, smashing into the forest lining the mountains, crashing through the titanic trees, carving a long path of destruction through the forest.
Tree after tree snapped as he smashed into it, the forest trembling violently from the collision. The forest lit ablaze from the impact, like a meteor ravaging the land. Beasts scattered away from the scene of destruction, wanting nothing to do with the cause of such chaos.
John finally came to rest after carving a trail of destruction miles long through the forest, his broken body resting against the base of a large tree, its trunk hundreds of yards wide. Smoke wisped off his body, one covered head to toe with blood, dirt, and ash.
Sometime later, a group of cultivators approached him, several men and women led by a man in the front with a scar on his face, all wearing plain clothes that made them look unimportant, almost as if they were trying to hide their identities. A large beast followed behind, pulling an even larger caravan.
"So, it was this boy that fell from the sky?" one of the women asked curiously, yet skeptically. She turned her gaze back towards the trail of destruction John had carved into the land.
pαndα---noνɐ1,сoМ "Doubtful," the scar-faced man said. "A fall like that, one that can cause this much destruction, would have destroyed this boy's body into nothingness. He was probably just unlucky and got caught by whatever crashed down here."
The others nodded, accepting the man's assessment of the situation.
"Regardless, he appears to be around eighteen and is at the Dao Transformation realm," the man said, inspecting John's clothing. "And he's not wearing the clothing of any of the three Dao Sects or any of the lesser powers either, so no worth caring about should be looking for him at the moment. Whoever he is, he'll fetch quite a good price on the market. Take him."
The others nodded, picking John up. The last scene replayed to him was him being thrown into the caravan, or the cage as he now recognized it, one of the men binding his feet in chains before leaving.
The memories ended. John opened his eyes, the cage returning to his vision. He frowned at the memory, understanding why his body was in even worse condition than he had expected waking up. That fall had nearly killed him, and he had only lived thanks to his heaven-defying body durability. Even then, the fall had torn skin, ripped muscles, and broken bones.
"Why didn't you help me during the fall?" John asked Kirii, grumbling with displeasure.
"I couldn't," Kirii replied defensively, "you were unconscious, and that means your soul is instinctively closed off. I can leave your soul-space freely when you're awake, as you recognize me as friendly, but when you're unconscious, your soul is in a pure defensive state. I would have needed to break free of your soul to appear in the real world, and that would have done more damage to you than the fall did, if not outright kill you."
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