867: Chapter 867 Why Am I Still Alive?
867: Chapter 867 Why Am I Still Alive?
Any cultivator who can traverse the Valley of Death and still be alive must be exceedingly strong!
I am definitely no match for him.
At the least, the fact that he appeared silently right in front of without my noticing already speaks volus.
Carson Flores answered cautiously, “The two of us were being pursued by the Crimson Dragon King and were forced to escape into the Underground Dark River, where we entered a Secret Realm.
In that realm, there was a Light Gate.
After entering through the Light Gate, we ended up here…”
The middle-aged man’s expression was one of surprise, “You’ve co from the Five Elents Immortal Palace?”
Carson Flores was startled, but since matters had co this far, there was no way to deny it, so he simply replied honestly, “Yes, we were also trying to save our lives when we inadvertently entered the Five Elents Immortal Palace…”
“To escape from the Five Elents Immortal Palace, one must possess a Five Elents Spiritual Body and absorb a sufficient amount of Five Elents Essence.”
The middle-aged man nonchalantly revealed the secret of the Five Elents Immortal Palace, causing Carson Flores and his companion to be greatly astonished.
Could it be that he also visited the Five Elents Immortal Palace, or perhaps, he escaped from there?
The middle-aged man’s gaze swept over them before finally resting on Carson Flores.
His eyes held a mysterious light that swirled around.
In that instant, Carson Flores felt as if his body was completely unclothed, and even his innermost thoughts were laid bare, entirely without defenses.
“She has a Wood Spirit Physique, so her escape is reasonable.
You, on the other hand, are not a Five Elents Spiritual Body.
How could you have survived?
Ah, it turns out your bones have all undergone refinent to beco instrunts, using bone as material, absorbing copious amounts of tal Essence and Earth Essence to evade the ripping forces of the Void.
Interesting, interesting.
To which Sect do you belong, Disciple?”
Carson Flores felt his scalp tingle; this man was too powerful.
Just one glance, and he had seen through all the secrets within his body.
With a hardened scalp, Carson Flores replied, “I am the fourth disciple of Daxton Campbell, the Cave Master of the Nutwood Heavenly Cave.”
Carson Flores was detailed in his response, hoping in his heart that his master’s reputation would carry a smidgeon of deterrent power and grant them a bit of face, so as not to be dispatched with a wave of the man’s hand.
The middle-aged man looked confused, “Nutwood Heavenly Cave?
Where is that?”
Carson Flores was stunned, and explained cautiously and reflexively, “Nutwood Mountain is in Misrds State.”
The middle-aged man remained just as perplexed, shaking his head, “Never heard of it.”
Carson Flores was sowhat bewildered.
Although Nutwood Mountain was not one of the ten great Heavenly Caves, it was still one of the most famous among the smaller ones.
The reputation of the Cave Master and his first disciple were both well-known far and wide; it wasn’t possible that he hadn’t heard of them.
Carson Flores tentatively asked, “Senior, from which Sect are you, and how co you are here?”
The middle-aged man’s gaze beca even more muddled, “Who am I, indeed, who am I, and why am I here…”
The middle-aged man muttered to himself, and then suddenly his expression shifted dramatically to one of sheer terror.
His entire face twisted grotesquely, “Wasn’t I already dead?
Why am I here?
Why am I still alive?
Why…
Ah!”
The middle-aged man suddenly clutched his head, his face a portrait of agony, resembling crying, while his voice was like a loud wail, “Why am I still alive, why didn’t you kill !”
Amidst his roaring cries, the middle-aged man took a step.
Runes of light shimred beneath his feet, and he disappeared in an instant.
Carson Flores’s eyes suddenly widened as if he had seen a ghost.
Samantha Tate had been holding her breath the whole ti; seeing that the man had left, she finally exhaled and whispered, “Brother, he’s gone.
He seed a little out of his mind.
Let’s get out of here quickly…
Brother, what’s wrong?”
Carson Flores snapped out of his shock, turned his head, and replied with disbelief, “The technique he used to leave just now was the Great Secret Technique, Ground Shrinking Technique!”
Samantha Tate’s eyes widened in shock, asking, “The one you used to help us escape?”
“Yes!”
Carson Flores was beyond shocked, “I absolutely did not see it wrong; his use of Ground Shrinking Technique was definitely it, only he executed it at least a hundred tis better than !”
“My Aunt Tang once told that the Great Secret Technique Ground Shrinking Technique is a unique Cultivation Technique of a certain ancient family.
But that ancient family was extinguished in the great war between the Human Race and the Demon Race, and the Great Secret Technique has since been lost.
She was lucky enough to get a rubbings of a piece engraved with the Ground Shrinking Technique runes…”
Samantha Tate speculated, “Could it be that this ancient family was not wiped out after all and so lineages remained, or maybe this person is a descendant of that ancient family, which is why he still possesses the most authentic Ground Shrinking Technique?”
Carson Flores nodded, “Maybe so.
Although he seed sowhat incoherent, his strength is definitely incredibly strong, so much so that I feel he may be no weaker than my master or my eldest senior brother.
Otherwise, he could not have survived here.”
Samantha Tate chuckled, “Perhaps his survival relies on that one Great Secret Technique.
Look how he vanished in a blink.
Even in such a vast area, after taking that step, he disappeared, covering at least ten or twenty miles in an instant.
Even if those frenzied Demonic Beasts want to kill him, they first have to catch him…”
Carson Flores said with a smile, “You make a good point, but unfortunately, I am far behind him.
I’m still not fast enough.
At least, that eagle earlier was much faster than …”
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