Chapter 2630

Nash picked up the token from the ground once again. In the next moment, a sharp pain erupted throughout his body.

An intense agony surged through every part of him.

Despite this, he did not let go of the token. "As expected, just like I thought."

Nash could distinctly feel the difference this time. Without the influence of true energy, the token no longer rebounded against his abilities.

Suddenly, Nash's vision darkened, and an old man appeared before him.

The elder turned his head and sighed. "It's been thousands of years..."

Nash was confused. "Who are you?"

The old man stroked his beard. "You don't need to know my name. You can just call me the All Souls Token."

At that moment, Nash realized he had made the right bet. He had entered the inner world of the All Souls Token. This meant he only needed to complete the token's trial next.

As everything began, Nash recalled Fogort's warning. Fogort, having successfully inherited the Six Ritualistic Weapons, had informed Nash of a series of matters.

The Six Ritualistic Weapons corresponded to six primary abilities-talismans, arrays, body techniques, healing arts, witchcraft, and creation.

Each of the Six Ritualistic Weapons came with its own set of challenges. Success or failure depended entirely on the individual.

Fogort had been fortunate. The trial for the Chaos Talisman tested one's thirst for power. He remained untempted by power and obtained the legendary Chaos Talisman.

As for Nash, he would have to rely on himself. He was pondering this when the old man approached him.

"Why? Do you think something is odd?"

Nash nodded. "What about my trial?"

"What kind of trial do you want?" the token replied, questioning him instead.

Nash shook his head. "Why ask that?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you?" the old man stated. "You knew you'd face a trial before coming here. You also know what I will test you on, don't you?"

Hearing this, Nash swallowed hard. How could he not know? The inner demons that plagued him were still unresolved.

During this time, he had been constantly feeling a strange sensation. He knew he was strong and decisive in battle, so why had he become so cautious lately?

The token seemed to understand. "Nash, follow me."

The old man then opened a door, and they walked inside. The room was bare, with empty walls and nothing else around.

In the center stood a table with a chessboard on it. The old man played black and gestured for Nash to play white. Following the token's instructions, Nash sat down.

At that moment, the token asked, "What do you think is causing your confusion?"

Nash shook his head. "I don't know."

"In that case, let me tell you." The old man suddenly moved a piece on the board. Nash watched as the elder shifted a pawn.