Chapter 1008
1008 Dalton Wants to Break Into the Formation
Greed, anger, foolishness, tardiness, and doubt were common to everyone.
These souls carried the world’s greatest suffering, and each one of them was asking Wynter why they
were the ones who died.
Was it wrong that they tried their hardest to live?
They watched over their one and three–quarter acres of land and never did anything harmful. Why were
their remains not even whole?
They have fulfilled their duties and worked like donkeys. They did not want anything other than for their children to live. Why were they not even allowed to do that?
All these questions from the deepest recesses of the soul could drive a person crazy.
Evil spirits were not scary, and they were far less unpredictable than the human heart.
In the underworld, there was something called a Ghost’s Cry.
It was located at the deepest part of the River Styx. It was said that those who could not wash away their grievances before their deaths would not be at peace after dying.
With such voices, even the underworld guards would take a detour for fear of being disconcerted by them and end up dying.
And the scene in front of Wynter was like thousands of ghosts crying.
If the Savior were present, then she could withstand it. But even then, it had to be a Savior that was
awakened.
Thousands of ghosts crying could only be seen during times of war.
Just like the Soul Forger said, this was his formation, and he had the upper hand.
In the formation, even with advanced skills in cultivation, there was no way to resist the injustice suffered
by the earth–bound souls.
All the questions gave Wynter an awful headache. It was difficult not to feel uncomfortable as one scene after another emerged.
They were the most ordinary of people. Their wives were dishonored, and their children were killed. Their
homes and lives were ruined.
The frenzied laughter in her ears could not be stopped, no matter what.
Wynter began to lose consciousness. She was still stabilizing the annihilator aircraft with one hand as
waves of black mist rose.
At that same time, a crow was flying while cawing rapidly.
Dalton was standing in mid–air because there seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of him that he
1008 Dalton Wants to Break Into the Formation
could not get through.
“My lord, you really cannot enter this formation.”
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The crow flapped twice, and black feathers slid out. “All of them are complaining about the injustice they suffered. You cannot break through.”
Dalton’s eyes grew darker , and the suit he was wearing gradually turned into a deep red robe.
Like faded ink, karma covered him from head to toe.
With difficulty, the crow said, “My lord, you should reconsider. You still lack a soul, so if you try to forcibly
break through, your body-”
Although the corner of his lips curled up, Dalton remained emotionless. “I should not have had a soul in the first place, but an accident happened. But now, I have to set things right.”
The crow knew that once Dalton made up his mind, nothing could stop him , so he dared not say anything
else.
It was too much of a coincidence that Wynter chose this formation, and it was one that Dalton could not
enter .
It would have been fine if he had gone in as a human, but now-
The crow looked at Dalton’s sleeves billowing in the air. He was devilishly handsome, and he had an air of sophistication about him.
His hair was tied up in a high ponytail, making his locks dance in the air. His eyes were hooded, and his melancholic look made him resemble a sword–wielding hero in myths.
Yet, his movements exuded a sense of nobleness. Fankrit inscriptions oozed out from his scarlet rosary bracelet, as if they were on the verge of escaping.
He did not seem to be bothered by them.
The formation filled with black mist formed at the flick of his fingers.
Seeing that Dalton was ready to break through the formation, the crow made plans to find a new body for
him.
That said, why couldn’t he wait for a while longer since this reincarnated body of his was a rare find?
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