A Man Like None Other Chapter 6545 Model Student
Welcome, avid readers, to an enthralling new chapter of ‘A Man Like None Other’!
- The legendary ‘Great Luo Golden Classic’ has been sensed, emanating its powerful aura from the perilous Fallen God Desert.
- Major powers, including the Fire God Palace and Void Merchant Guild, have dispatched forces, setting the stage for a potential high-stakes conflict.
- Master Yuxu’s attention is drawn to an unassuming young Taoist disciple as a massive confrontation over ancient secrets looms.
Welcome back to another thrilling chapter as ancient secrets begin to surface!
The legendary ‘Great Luo Golden Classic’ has been sensed, its aura emanating from the perilous Fallen God Desert.Both the Fire God Palace and the Void Merchant Guild have dispatched forces, setting the stage for a potential conflict over this sacred heritage.A young Taoist disciple, seemingly unassuming, draws the attention of Master Yuxu as a massive confrontation looms.
“Uncle Master,” Qing Xuanzi bowed respectfully, his voice trembling slightly, “You felt it?”
“The Great Luo Golden Classic”.
Master Yuxu’s voice was calm like clear water, but it made the hearts of everyone present pound. “I sensed his aura. It was in the Fallen God Desert, on a young man.”
Fallen God Desert.
The name made the people below the Cliff of Enlightenment pause for a moment.
That is the location of the ancient war of the gods. Tens of thousands of years ago, countless Gold Immortals perished there. The killing intent and lingering grudges remained, and spatial rifts spread across the desert, which could awaken the slumbering ancient remains at any time.
It was one of the most dangerous forbidden areas in the Eighteen Heavens, and not even a level four Gold Immortal dared to enter it easily.
The aura of the Great Luo Golden Scripture lay in the center of that land of death.
“Elder” At that moment, a disciple whispered a few words into Qingxuanzi’s ear.
Qing Xuanzi frowned, his expression changing slightly.
“What is it?” Master Yuxu asked.
“Uncle Master, both the Fire God Palace and the Void Merchant Guild have sent people to the Fallen God Desert, most likely towards the Great Luo Golden Scripture,” said Qing Xuanzi.
“The Great Luo Golden Scripture is a legacy of the Daoist sect, so it is natural that other powers would target it,” Master Yuxu said with a nod.
“Uncle Master,” Qing Xuanzi hesitated for a moment, “The Fallen God Desert is too dangerous. How about I lead a group of people there and bring that kid back?”
“NO.”
Master Yuxu shook his head, a rarely seen seriousness appearing on his usually calm face. “You can’t leave. None of you can leave. If you deploy a large number of troops, and so many forces clash in the Fallen God Desert, it won’t just be a matter of fighting over inheritance, but the first great war between the forces in the Eighteen Heavens in tens of thousands of years.”
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the crowd below the cliff, finally settling on a young Daoist priest standing at the very back.
The Daoist priest looked to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a calmness that belied his years.
He wore a plain colored Daoist robe, with a sheathless wooden sword hanging from his waist. The sword showed no spiritual energy fluctuations and looked like an ordinary piece of peach wood.
However, if you look closely, you can find that the wood grain on the wooden sword faintly forms a kind of ancient Daoist pattern. It was the “Heavenly Wood Sword,” a long-lost technique of the Daoist sect, which was made from peach wood struck by lightning ten thousand years ago and cultivated with Daoist methods for a thousand years before it could be made into a weapon.