Chapter 1267 Shocked By The Memory

This dazzling golden light might seem to be some kind of treasure at first glance, but what Rocky saw
was not a treasure. Although it was not a treasure, it was definitely far more amazing than that.

In front of him was a stone chamber and at the center stood a transparent container. The container was
filled with liquid and it was sealed with some glass-like material.

What surprised Rocky was not the container, but the handsome man in the container. The man was
naked and completely soaked in the liquid. He was not breathing or moving as if he was dead and the
container was his casket.

The strangest thing was that this man looked alive. It gave off a somewhat strong vitality as if he was
just asleep. The golden light was emitted by this gentle-looking man as if he was some kind of light
source.

"Basil, who on earth is he?" Shirley asked. She blushed and turned her head as soon as she saw the
naked man in the container.

Rocky shook his head. Judging from the characteristics of this man, he looked like an ordinary human
being. He did not have the form of the spiritual race, so he must not be a member of the spiritual race.
However, the golden light released by this man was obviously formed by some kind of power. If he
were an ordinary human being, he would not have such a strange power.

"Do you think that this man is the ninth spiritual treasure?" Shirley couldn't help but suspect.

"I don’t think so. He doesn't look like one," Rocky replied.

However, it was hard to imagine why there was a mysterious naked man in the ruins of the Water
Master Clan.



"Basil, there’s something over there. Look." Shirley noticed something and pointed at a corner of the
container.

Rocky immediately looked over and saw a stone model protruding from the corner of the container. It
was like a palm that was constantly flashing with a strange light as if it was guiding something.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Shirley asked curiously.

"No, it might be a dangerous trap," Rocky said as he glanced at the mysterious man in the container
and shook his head.

"But what if it has something to do with the spiritual treasure?" Shirley said suspiciously. She was quite
curious about the strange object.

Rocky thought she made sense. The mysterious man might have something to do with the spiritual
treasure even though he didn't think that he was the spiritual treasure. Otherwise, why was he in the
ruins of the Water Master Clan?

After hesitating for a while, Rocky finally nodded to Shirley. Shirley immediately went to the container,
bent down, and pressed her hand on the palm-shaped stone model. But after she placed her hand
there for a long time, nothing happened at all.

"Come on!" Shirley pursed her lips and eventually withdrew her hand. Then she turned to look at Rocky
who was right behind her and said, "Maybe my hand is too small." Then she suddenly grabbed Rocky's
hand and pressed it against the stone model.

However, nothing happened either.

"Perhaps it has nothing to do with the spiritual treasure," Rocky said with a light shrug. But just when
he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly felt that his hand was tightly stuck in the stone model



and could not be pulled away.

Then, he heard an extraordinarily strong noise in his ears. The noise was so loud that he felt like his
eardrums were going to explode. Suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind.

The memory greatly shocked him. He was looking down at a desolate and boundless land which
seemed to have suffered a severe catastrophe. There were countless dead bodies of the spiritual race
and guardian beasts everywhere. Thick scarlet blood was flowing like a river from at least tens of
thousands of lifeless bodies.

'The death of the myriad spiritual race beings?' Such a thought suddenly flashed through Rocky's mind.

The owner with this memory started to move and soon fell on a solitary cliff. On the solitary cliff stood a
figure clad in a black cloak. The figure was filled with a strong evil aura, making it impossible to look
directly straight at it. The man with the memory was extremely frightened by the figure in front of him,
as if the latter was the horrible incarnation of darkness and evil.

"Your Majesty, what you have done will ruin the spiritual race," the man said to the evil figure.

"Oh, is that so?" the figure said with a cold smile on his face. He looked extremely arrogant, like a king
who ruled the world.

"Although I can't stop you, I still have to remind you as an official of our race that the consequences of
your actions will only destroy our entire existence!" the man said indignantly.

"Huh. Destroy? I don't think it's a bad thing at all. It will eventually happen anyway. I just made it sooner
rather later," the figure said indifferently. It was obvious that he didn’t care about anything in this world.

"Why are you doing this? I still can't understand," the man questioned.



"All things are created equal. Some powerful people will only make this world distorted. Why do you
think the spiritual race beings were so determined? They already knew that they would end up dead,
but they were not afraid at all. It's because they knew their sacrifices would bring unimaginable impact
to their descendants. They were not fighting for the present, but for the future of their race and this
world," the figure said coldly like a philosopher. However, his cold words seemed to be mixed with
inexplicable expectations.

"I actually want to ask you a favor," the figure said to the man after deeply sighing.

"Really? What is it?" the man asked in surprise. He didn't expect that the king would talk to him in such
a manner.

"Live a long life and witness the future of this world for me," the figure said coldly.

"Since you ordered it, I will do it. But you will witness it yourself, right? You’re going to live forever," the
man replied respectfully.

"Oh, really?" The figure smiled wickedly.

He turned around slowly. His resolute face was covered by a terrifying mask. It looked like the face of
Death, which made people feel that death was exactly right in front of them.


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