A Man Like None Other Chapter 6755 No Sacrifice Required
Please read this chapter to learn more about the story.
- David reveals the true nature of the “madman’s” escape from the rift.
- The dangerous rift is described to contain gray fog, bone puppets, and illusion arrays.
- The Old Man of the Underworld requests a private conversation with David.
The old man’s pupils narrowed slightly: “You know him?”
“I already asked that.”
David descended the stone steps and stood before the Old Man of the Underworld. “The reason that crazy person was able to come out is because he was crazy.”
The old man’s forehead wrinkled sharply: “Got crazy? What does this mean?”
“There’s something in the gap.”
David said, “Grey mist, bone puppets assembled from skeletons, and layers upon layers of illusory arrays.”
What really prevented people from escaping was not the bone puppets, but the illusion array.
Those illusions, layered on top of each other, awaken the deepest fears and obsessions in people’s hearts, causing them to lose their way and never find a way out.
Most of the people who entered there died at the hands of the bone puppets or were trapped in the illusion array and died due to exhaustion of spiritual energy.
His gaze swept across everyone present: “But that madman is different; he became mad after entering the pass.”
His mind was in chaos, and the illusion array was unable to effectively disturb him.
So, he managed to get through the illusion array and found a way out. However, even after coming out, he couldn’t return to normal.
The old man from the underworld fell silent.
The three cultivators escorting him exchanged confused glances. The middle-aged cultivator’s voice was hesitant: “Then how did he come out? Has he gone crazy too?”
“He’s lucky.”
David said, “We came in shortly after he was sent in. Youlan was still alive at that time. We helped him block the bone puppets and guided him through the illusion array.”
The Old Man of the Underworld stared at David for a long time.
A variety of complex emotions swirled in his deep blue eyes: surprise, doubt, a kind of inexplicable relief, and a vague, almost imperceptible realization that he had finally found the answer.
“Come.”
The old man turned around, lifted the curtain, and said in a deep, hoarse voice, “I want to ask you something personally.”
David glanced at Jiang Xuelan, who nodded slightly, indicating that he could leave without worry.
He followed the old man into the cave.
The curtain fell behind them, blocking out the dark red light and noisy voices.
The old man sat back on his black stone bench, his hunched figure looking like a statue frozen in the dim light.
He was silent for a long time before speaking, his voice hoarse: “That crack, do you know what’s inside?”
“Sleeping demon soul.”
David said, “Or rather, it used to be the soul of a demon. It absorbs the souls of people who sacrificed themselves to restore itself.”