A Man Like None Other Chapter 6746 Sacrifice
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- A mysterious, ink-black fissure appears.
- Cultivators are entering the fissure but not returning.
- A young cultivator is forcibly taken to the fissure.
No light penetrated the gap; the color was pitch black like hardened ink. Standing before the fissure, one could feel a faint air current emitting from it, carrying an indescribable aura.
When David first saw the crack, he saw a ghost cultivator walk over and step in without hesitation.
The cultivator’s figure disappeared into the gap as if swallowed by darkness, without making a sound or leaving a trace.
David waited for a moment, but there was no movement from the gap, and the cultivator did not come out.
He started to notice the cracks.
Over the next few days, he observed that ghost cultivators came to the pass one after another, then went inside, but no one ever came out.
When those cultivators entered, most of them looked expressionless, their steps were steady, and they showed no fear or expectation, as if they were completing an ordinary task.
“Could this be a teleportation array?” David muttered to himself.
But then he felt something was wrong.
Teleportation arrays usually showed spiritual energy fluctuations, glowing runes, and signs of spatial distortion.
This crack did not show any energy reaction from start to finish; it just stood there, as calm as an ordinary rock crevice, yet it swallowed up one life after another that walked into it.
He decided to find an opportunity to ask Gui Qi.
But before he could speak, he witnessed the incident firsthand.
That night, if the “night” in the Underworld Abyss could be considered a night.
The dark red light of the minerals illuminated the entire cliff as if it were dusk.
David was standing on the edge of the suspension bridge, looking at the yin energy churning in the ravine below, when suddenly he heard a commotion in the distance.
He turned his head and saw several ghost cultivators escorting someone towards the pass.
The captive ghost cultivator looked very young, with a pale face. He struggled violently, trying to break free from the shackles, but was held firmly by several cultivators who were much stronger than him.
“Let me go! I don’t want to go! I don’t want to die!”
The young monk’s voice, hoarse and desperate, echoed in the dark abyss, “I haven’t lived enough! Why me!”
“Shut up.”
An old man holding him down spoke in a cold and stern voice, “This has been the rule throughout the ages. Now it’s your turn. Resisting is futile.”
“What do you mean now it’s my turn! I didn’t do anything wrong! I don’t want to be sacrificed!”