Chapter 1935: Chapter 1928: The Bald Man
"There’s a droplet here!"
"There’s another droplet here!"
"I saw it first!"
"What do you mean you saw it first? I got it first. I could say everything in this Starry Sky is mine if you go by that logic!"
The golden droplets being found were increasing in number, and the conflicts arising were becoming more severe, with instances of people being seriously injured or even falling. Yet Zhang Menglong and the others remained uninvolved.
They merely retreated to a relatively quieter place to focus on cultivation, primarily to consolidate their recently skyrocketed life levels. Despite the allure of the golden droplets, under Zhang Menglong’s strong restraint, no one dared to act rashly.
It suddenly felt as though several months had passed, and the entire Starry Sky had been thoroughly explored. As everything was taken away, it gradually dimmed until it completely lost its luster.
During this period, a total of tens of millions of golden droplets were found. Upon absorbing these droplets, the strength of many Dao Realm Martial Artists rose frighteningly; some directly broke through several levels, some reached energy condensation levels two or three hundred times the Peak of Dao Realm, with nearly everyone gaining immensely!
Especially Bei Xu, for reasons unknown, he alone obtained 27 golden droplets, and his energy condensation level surpassed 500 times. Standing before anyone, he appeared like a celestial being.
"Boss, they really reaped a rich harvest this time!" Although they understood Zhang Menglong must have some purpose, the others still felt somewhat uneasy. If they desired to contend for these droplets, they believed Zhang Menglong undoubtedly had the means to obtain most of the benefits.
"Who knows if it’s a harvest or something else?" Zhang Menglong’s gaze was fixed on the burly silhouette.
"Boss, who exactly is he? I feel like this place is a tomb, and these treasures are his burial objects. In life, he must have been a very noble and great being, right?"
"If I said the entire Endless Land might have been transformed from his body, what would you think?" Zhang Menglong asked, smiling.
"What... the whole world is his body?" Everyone’s expressions immediately froze.
"I feel there’s always some power drawing us here invisibly, and I don’t think it’s all by chance but rather orchestrated!" Zhang Menglong stated, "Because he hasn’t died yet!"
"Not dead!?"
"He’s still alive?"
These words made everyone’s hair stand on end.
At this moment, the crowd that had searched the Starry Sky returned. They glanced at Zhang Menglong; theoretically, given his personality, he wouldn’t just hand over so many treasures, yet they couldn’t think of any reason.
"Mr. Bei Xu, we should have finished searching the Starry Sky; it’s not endless but has boundaries, and all its edges are like white jade walls. We’ve taken everything from the Starry Sky, leaving only that silhouette."
"Is that so?"
Though Bei Xu and many others wanted to leave after acquiring these items, the presence of that silhouette continually instilled fear and unease. Yet as they suspected, once they stepped into this Starry Sky, they couldn’t return.
"The remaining secrets of this Endless Land lie with him!"
Carrying that unease, everyone gathered beside the silhouette.
The fearless threatened by audacious prospects, unexpectedly, someone aimed at the silhouette.
By now, almost everyone agreed this place was a tomb, and those treasures were burial objects. Logically speaking, burial objects placed around a body were things the tomb’s owner favored in life, while the true treasures and most precious things were usually directly placed on the owner’s body.
Even surrounding treasures reached such a level, how much more precious would those on the body be?
With this thought, several people sharing this idea suddenly flew out from the crowd, heading straight toward the black silhouette.
"They’re really risking their lives for money!" Zhang Menglong remained certain that the black silhouette was still alive, suspecting this behavior might awaken him or trigger other phenomena.
Instantly, several people touched the silhouette’s body, and at that moment, the force capable of twisting light vanished! Finally, they saw the person’s face.
He had fair skin and was bald. His features barely differed from normal humans, but the proportions and positions on his face gave a perfect impression, and unbelievably, he opened his eyes to look at them, the pale golden pupils showing calm and disdain.
However, eerily, his blood seemed drained, and he appeared unnaturally pale, as if only moisture remained.
In the instant when they made eye contact with those eyes, the group felt piercing cold, with even their blood seeming to freeze and solidify.
"Bang bang bang!"
With just a glance, the bodies of seven Martial Artists near and touching him exploded. No recovery ability worked, and their life forces vanished completely.
This sudden change shocked everyone, causing tremors in their pupils.
Among those seven was a Martial Artist at the Peak of Dao Realm, but merely a look shattered his body and led to his death completely. No one at the Peak of Dao Realm present could claim they had such power; what kind of power could achieve this?
Everyone focused on the silhouette, whose face displayed a shift, muscles finally moving. He swept his gaze across everyone, and unexpectedly revealed a sorrowful expression.
"Over thirty million Ultimate Life Forms, only a few thousand reached the peak. Alas, waiting so long for nothing." The bald figure seemed disappointed with their strength.
"Who are you?" One Martial Artist with energy condensation nearly 200 times the Peak of Dao Realm demanded of the bald figure.
"People of this era still lack manners!" The bald figure glanced dismissively.
He extended a hand, a powerful force suddenly pulling the Martial Artist closer.
The Martial Artist struggled but found his neck firmly gripped by the pale, withered hand, as if with endless strength.
"Take your filthy hand away!" The energy exceeding ordinary Dao Realm Martial Artists by 200 times erupted, a power stronger than the core energy of nuclear fusion, yet barely stirred the bald figure’s flimsy clothes.
"How is this possible?" He showed disbelief, raising a fist toward the bald figure’s face, but the strike instantly shattered the bones in his hand.
"Using the power I granted to attack me?" A smile appeared on the bald figure’s face.
With a slight exertion, that Martial Artist’s body turned into a field of blood flowers.
The blood began to shrink and coalesce, eventually becoming ten golden droplets, which slowly merged into his body, with his flesh, soul, directly absorbed into the bald figure.
This moment, a faint trace of life energy emerged in his body.
He resurrected!
