a Man Like None Other Chapter 7166 Strange Beasts
At this moment, David’s figure completely merged into the void. Looking back one last time, the Eighth Heaven had shrunk into a tiny point of light behind him.
On this trip, most of the things that needed to be done were accomplished.
But Wan Jianxing’s remnant soul was still floating in the void of the Eighth Heaven, desperately waiting for help. This matter was like a thorn stuck in his heart, impossible to remove.
The Old Monster of Xuanxu.
David murmured the name.
He could have broken through the void and rushed back to the Twenty-Seventh Heaven in one go to let those people in the tower know he was safe.
But the thought of Wan Jianxing’s wisp of soul light, which could be extinguished at any moment, made him unable to move.
The void interlayers are endless. Trying to find an ancient monster that has lived for hundreds of thousands of years inside is like finding a needle in a haystack, but we have to give it a try.
“Let’s search for two days first, and if we can’t find it, we’ll go back.”
David muttered to himself, “Anyway, those three in the Demon Suppression Tower won’t come out for at least ten or eight years after they go into seclusion, so my little bit of effort won’t make a difference.”
Halfway through the void passage, he broke away from the main path and plunged into the folds squeezed between the layers of heaven.
This area is different from the void outside.
At least the void outside has star debris, broken continents, and scattered Daoist energy; here there is nothing—even the light has been chewed up and swallowed into the darkness.
There was a deathly silence all around, so silent that it made your eardrums buzz—it was the void itself breathing.
There was no solid ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head, only boundless, thick blackness, like a lurking beast with its mouth open, waiting for something to be delivered into it.
David released his divine sense, spreading it out over a radius of ten thousand miles, sweeping it inch by inch.
Many things were floating in the cracks.
Broken Dao runes, half-collapsed palaces, the remains of cultivators from an unknown era, and vast stretches of solidified void storms, like transparent walls.
He wasn’t interested in any of those; he was looking for a living person—or rather, the legendary Xuanxu Old Monster who had been immersed in the void for countless millennia.
After searching for half a day, I found nothing.
He did stumble upon a few interesting traces.
An abandoned cave dwelling, located in a fold of the void, had its entrance sealed with the essence of the void. The sealing method was extremely sophisticated, clearly not something that could be left by ordinary means.
Outside the cave dwelling, there was a half-refined star remnant, polished smooth and round, like a chair, with its edges covered in a patina.
David squatted in front of the star remains for a long time, then circled the cave three times, stroking his chin: “This old monster probably really did live in this crevice. It’s just that he left without a trace, but he ran away quickly.”
He reached out and touched the void source that sealed the door. The moment his fingertip touched it, the source trembled slightly, as if it still bore the mark of its master.
David’s eyes lit up, and he carefully sensed it for a while, but finally withdrew his hand in disappointment—the mark was left hundreds of thousands of years ago and had long since cooled down.
“Hundreds of thousands of years”
David clicked his tongue. “Just how long has this old monster lived?”
He circled around a few more times in the crevice.