Wu Yuan’s golden red eyes were filled with fear.
He wanted to run, but his legs felt like they were nailed to the ground, and he couldn’t move at all.
The dozen or so Void Merchant Guild cultivators behind him were ashen-faced, and some of the more timid ones were already shaking in fear.
The white-robed man shifted his gaze from David to Wu Yuan and the Abyss Sword in his hand, a cold glint flashing through his golden eyes.
The cold light was like an invisible knife, piercing straight into the depths of Wu Yuan’s soul.
Wu Yuan’s body shook violently, and his hand holding the sword subconsciously released its grip. The Dark Abyss Sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
“This sword is not something you can use.”
The white-robed man’s voice was gentle, but every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Wu Yuan’s heart: “An offering vessel, whoever holds it will be devoured by the master. Considering your ignorance, I will not mind it. But this sword must not be taken.”
Wu Yuan’s face was pale, his lips trembled, he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t say anything.
He could feel that if the man in white wanted to kill him, it would only take a single thought.
Faced with a life of this quality, he had no chance to fight back.
The man in white looked away and looked back at David.
The cold glint in his golden eyes faded, replaced by complex emotions, a mixture of relief, and a kind of inexplicable nostalgia.
“You, come in.” His voice softened, then he turned around and disappeared behind the stone tomb.
Obviously, there was still more space behind this stone tomb.
Without hesitation, David followed.
“Mr. Chen!” Wu Yuan’s voice came from behind, urgent and worried, “You can’t come in! What if”
David stopped and turned to look at him. His purple eyes were calm like still water, without any ripples, like an ancient, bottomless well.
“President Wu will wait here.” His voice was calm. “If I’m not out in half an hour, you can go alone.”
After saying that, he walked into the stone tomb without looking back.
Wu Yuan watched his figure disappear behind the stone gate, a complicated expression flashing across his golden red eyes.
He wanted to follow, but his feet seemed to be glued to the ground by an invisible force, and he couldn’t move at all.
He knew that it was a restriction left by the man in white, preventing him from entering.
“Guild Leader, what should we do?” A cultivator from the Void Merchant Guild approached, his voice low.
Wu Yuan was silent for a moment, then bent down, picked up the Dark Abyss Sword from the ground, and held it back in his hand.
The dark golden light on the sword had dimmed considerably, as if it had been dampened by the white-robed man’s words.
However he could feel that the power within the sword was still there, just temporarily suppressed.
“Wait.” His voice was cold. “Wait for David to come out.”
Behind the stone tomb, the murals on both sides of the passage suddenly lit up as David passed by, emitting a faint light, as if welcoming his arrival.
The figures on the mural began to move, like living history slowly unfolding before David’s eyes.
David witnessed the glory of Daoism in ancient times, with countless practitioners practicing on Mount Ling, cranes flying among the clouds, palaces and pavilions standing side by side, and spiritual springs and waterfalls scattered throughout the mountains.
The Ancestor of Daoism sat in the supreme Daoist palace, surrounded by chaotic energy, conveying the supreme Dao to his disciples.
He witnessed the development process of Daoism and the Divine Race, which initially had the same origin until they finally split. A group of cultivators believes that all things have spirits and that all living beings are equal, advocating inclusivity and eclecticism in all things. This is Taoism.
Another group of cultivators believed that gods were the darlings of heaven and earth, born superior to others, and should rule over all worlds; this is the reason for belief in the gods.
The conflict between the two factions escalated from a clash of ideologies to a struggle for interests, and then from a struggle for interests to a battle of life and death.
He witnessed a war that lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, with the armies of the Daoist sect and divine race fighting each other across various realms. Every day, countless cultivators perished, every day stars shattered, and every day worlds perished.
The Daoist Sect suffered repeated defeats, the Great Luo Golden Scripture was lost during that period, and the Chaos Dao Palace was sealed into an independent space during that period.
Seeing all this, David realized that what they had just entered was not a real stone tomb. If he didn’t have the Great Luo Golden Scripture, they would probably have died outside and never even seen the real stone tomb.
FAQ Novel
Q: What happens immediately after David and his group leave the stone tomb?
A: The entire stone tomb explodes from within, turning into rubble and dust.
Q: Who is the white-robed figure that appears?
A: He is the tomb owner, a middle-aged man with a terrifying aura who has mastered the Great Luo Golden Scripture.
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