A Man Like None Other Chapter 6750
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- A mysterious, lightless chasm claims many lives.
- An attempt to investigate the chasm fails completely.
- A young woman is forced to be sacrificed to the chasm.
The crack remained pitch black like ink, its edges as smooth as a mirror, emitting no light and emitting no energy fluctuations, as calm as an ordinary rock crevice.
Yet this seemingly ordinary crack had claimed the lives of countless ghost cultivators.
He held his breath, channeled the power of chaos, and spread his divine consciousness outwards.
The power of chaos is the source of all things, and it can sense all the laws and auras of the world. However, the moment his divine sense touched the gap, he was like a mud ox entering the sea, instantly swallowed, without sending any information back.
David felt goosebumps on his back. This crack was indeed extraordinary, as it could completely block divine sense from probing.
Just then, there was the sound of soft footsteps from a distance.
David immediately withdrew his divine sense and lay motionless on the Yin Spirit Grass.
Three ghost cultivators wearing black robes were seen escorting a young ghost woman towards the pass.
The girl looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with despair and fear. She kept screaming, “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to be sacrificed! Please, let me go!”
The middle-aged ghost cultivator holding him down spoke in a cold and stern voice: “Shut up! This is the clan rule. When your turn comes, it is your fate. Fighting is useless; it will only bring you more suffering.”
“Clan rules? Why should I risk my life to enforce them!”
The woman struggled, her nails tightly gripping the middle-aged cultivator’s arm. “My parents are waiting for me! I don’t want to die! What right do you have to decide my life or death!”
“On what basis? Just because you’re a member of the Ghost Clan, and just because this Underworld Abyss needs someone to offer sacrifices to maintain peace.”
Another old cultivator spoke, his voice sounding hollow, “Three thousand years ago, the Lord of the Abyss stopped the sacrifices, triggering a wave of Yin energy that killed nearly a thousand people. Do you think we want to do this? This is a last resort.”
“An act of desperation? In that case, why don’t you guys go and offer sacrifices yourselves!”
The woman shouted, tears streaming down her pale face, “I’m still young, I still have a lot of things to do, I don’t want to just disappear into the darkness like this!”
The old cultivator didn’t speak any more, but just waved his hand. The middle-aged cultivator and another young cultivator grabbed the woman and forcefully dragged her to the front of the crack.