Once more, sitting cross-legged on Chaos Boulder, James gazed at the texts of the Chaos Sacred Art before him. They bore some resemblance to the texts of the Doom Race but were distinct and unique in their own way.

‘The Chaos Master used Chaos Power to record his words, which are his chronicles of the mysterious voices he

learned, the Nine Voices of Chaos,” James murmured softly.

Then, he closed his eyes and began to ponder deeply. The mysterious voices echoed incessantly in his mind, and the characters changed slightly with each echo.

James continued to immerse himself in studying the Chaos Sacred Art. Each word seemed to have a distinct inflection, and he gradually grasped the essence of the various voices.

James suddenly opened his eyes, unaware of how many years had passed.

gazed into the distance, harnessing his Chaos Power. Marvelous power enveloped his entire body as he opened his mouth and spoke. The

the heavens and the earth would be buried under the weight of this mysterious voice. However, this

opened it once more. The second voice rang out, followed closely

time in deep contemplation, James finally managed to produce the three voices. He could sense the tremendous power emanating from these three

countless soundwaves appearing around Mount Yaneiri. He exclaimed, ‘The Chaos Sacred Art is truly extraordinary. I never expected to have the

combinations of voices embody various abilities, they can extinguish the body, the soul, everything and anything. Unfortunately, his cultivation is lacking, and he can’t comprehend

it was surprising that James could comprehend three voices in

compared to him, who is more likely to

remained silent. This question had never crossed his

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