A Man Like None Other Chapter 6596 The True Stone Tomb
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- The stone tomb meets a shocking end.
- A formidable new character emerges from the ruins.
- An ancient connection is sensed between two individuals.
A mysterious tomb is left behind. A powerful figure emerges from the ruins. A connection is sensed between two individuals.
“Let’s go.” David turned and walked towards the outside of the stone tomb. “Let’s go now.”
Wu Yuan hesitated for a moment, glanced at the storage ring, then at David’s back, gritted his teeth, and followed.
About a dozen cultivators from the Void Merchant Guild followed closely.
As soon as the group stepped out of the stone tomb, an ear-splitting roar sounded from behind them.
“Explosion!”
The entire stone tomb exploded from within, causing rubble to fly everywhere and dust to billow into the sky.
A white figure slowly emerged from the cloud of smoke and dust.
He was a middle-aged man, wearing a white Daoist robe, with a thin face, long hair flowing over his shoulders, and exuding a terrifying aura.
His eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping.
However, his presence had captivated everyone present.
Wu Yuan’s face was ashen, and his hand holding the sword was shaking.
“This is the tomb owner? Is he still alive?”
David remained silent.
He stared at the man in white, the man’s purple eyes showed no fear.
He felt a familiar aura radiating from the man in white.
That was the aura of the Great Luo Golden Scripture.
This man had mastered the Great Luo Golden Scripture.
The man in white slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were golden, devoid of any emotions, only displaying extremely cold majesty.
His gaze swept across everyone, finally settling on David and stopping there.
He looked into David’s eyes, a glimmer of emotion flashed through his golden pupils.
“Inheritor of the Great Luo Golden Scripture?”
His voice was soft and distant, as if it came from a different time and space.
The voice of the white-clothed man echoed in the gray sky, as if coming from the furthest edge of time, carrying a feeling of vicissitudes and exhaustion accumulated over thousands of millennia.
His body floated in the air, his white Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, his long hair was pitch black like ink, his face was thin, and his golden eyes reflected the gray sky and shattered earth.
His body was translucent, like a wisp of smoke that could dissipate at any time, but the aura radiating from his body was so powerful that it made everyone present feel short of breath.
David looked up at him, his purple eyes showing no fear, only an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.
It was a resonance from the depths of one’s bloodline, a resonance between the Great Luo Golden Scripture and the cultivator.