CHAPTER 4343

For the time being, James set aside his thoughts about Wynton, and focused on Zella’s mention of the Chaos’ Nine Voices. He recalled the mysterious voice he had heard when first observing the Chaos Sacred Art. All rights © .

Afterward, he took a seat on the Chaos Boulder.

The Chaos Boulder was truly extraordinary. As he sat upon it, he could distinctly sense a mysterious power emanating from within, enveloping his entire body. Seated on the Chaos Boulder, he began to regard the Chaos Sacred Art.

The Chaos Sacred Art’s text appeared before his eyes, and he became fully engrossed in studying its profound characters.

Right at that moment, the Chaos Sacred Art’s writings seemed to stimulate the Chaos Boulder, causing it to suddenly emit a peculiar radiance. This light enveloped James, surrounding him entirely.

In a trance, James found himself in a mystical space where there was nothing but a single shadow. The shadow sat cross-legged on a rock, deeply studying the Path.

It was as if James had physically appeared in this place, yet at the same time, it felt like the scene was merely unfolding within his mind.

At this moment, the mysterious voice resurfaced. This voice echoed in his ears and reverberated deep within his mind. James could not find the right words to describe this voice. He had no idea what it truly was, but he could sense that it was deep, profound, and seemed to traverse the vastness of time. It was as if it had existed for time immemorial.

Soon, the first voice ended. However, the second voice rang out not long after.

The second voice was much more distinctive. It sounded like the crying of many infants and the chanting of countless monks. This voice had the power to unsettle any living being. Even James felt restless and agitated upon hearing it, as if it somehow stirred up something from deep within him.

Unbeknownst to him, the second voice faded away and was followed by a third voice. This third voice was indescribable, it was beyond words or any known emotion. It was harsh and jarring, resembling the strange cry of an unknown, wild beast.

After the third voice ended, James sensed an extremely terrifying pressure engulfing him. He abruptly snapped out of this state. When he regained his senses, he was still seated on the Chaos Boulder, but he was drenched in sweat, with beads of perspiration soaking his clothes.

‘What mysterious voices.”

“Could this be the Nine Voices of Chaos, the Unrivaled Divine Secret Supernatural Art recorded in the Chaos Sacred Art?”

James gazed at the floating Chaos Sacred Art before him.

“I only heard three voices. Is my cultivation level only entitled to hearing three?” James pondered, staring at the characters in the Chaos Sacred Art.

Gradually, he relaxed his mind and once again entered that extrasensory state. The cross-legged figure in the scene suddenly stood up.

He began to write in the void, forming mysterious sentences.

James was astonished to realize that the words he was writing were exactly the same as those recorded in the Chaos Sacred Art. In other words, this shadowy figure was Chaos Master himself, and

the scene he was witnessing was how the Chaos Master attained the Caelum Acme Rank and mastered the Chaos’ Nine Voices.

James stared intently at these words. As he focused on them, they seemed to undergo a mysterious transformation. The changes were obscure and difficult to comprehend, but James could still grasp some of their meanings.

After the shadowy figure wrote a few more lines, James once again emerged from his out-of-body experience.