Chapter 5436 of Order of the Dragon King: Searching for the God King’s Palace
“Is this… the Eighth Heaven?”
David tried to stand up, but found himself in excruciating pain all over his body. The slightest movement strained his wounds, making him grimace in pain.
He looked down at his body. His wounds were still bleeding, but his meridians were severely damaged, and his spiritual energy was dwindling. Even maintaining his cultivation level at the First Stage of the Earth Immortal Realm was difficult.
“Thank goodness… I made it to the Eighth Heaven alive…”
David breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and grabbed the Dragon Slaying Sword beside him, but found himself powerless to even lift his hand.
He could only lie on the grass, gasping for breath, trying to recover.
He knew it wasn’t time to relax yet.
Although he had reached the Eighth Heaven, he still didn’t know where the Divine King Palace was. In his current state, if he encountered cultivators or dangers from the Eighth Heaven, he would be powerless to resist.
“I must recover quickly and find the Divine King Palace…”
David closed his eyes and began to channel the remaining spiritual energy within him, slowly repairing his damaged meridians.
The spiritual energy of the Eighth Heaven was extremely rich, and would be of great help to his recovery.
However, even so, it would take time to recover to peak condition.
Just as David was concentrating on his recovery, footsteps sounded in the distance.
His heart tightened, and he immediately opened his eyes and looked warily in the direction of the sound.
He saw several monks clad in golden armor walking toward him. They were surrounded by a sacred aura, holding spears in their hands, and their gazes sharp. They were clearly monks from the eighth heaven.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” The leading monk walked up to David, staring at him, his eyes full of vigilance.
David knew they were the first people he had encountered in Eighth Heaven, and their greatest hope of finding the Divine King Palace.
He endured the pain and spoke with difficulty, “I… I am a cultivator from Sixth Heaven… I am looking for the Divine King Palace. Does anyone know where it is?”
The eyes of the golden-armored cultivator in the lead suddenly narrowed at the mention of “Sixth Heaven” and “Divine King Palace.” He leaned his spear forward slightly, his tone growing increasingly anxious. “Sixth Heaven? Now shrouded in demonic energy, this place has become a demonic prison. How could you be found alone in Eighth Heaven? You are badly injured, your spiritual energy shattered. Could you be a spy sent by the demonic cultivators?”
The remaining golden-armored guards immediately surrounded him, their spears aimed at David’s vital points, their holy spiritual energy locking onto his aura like sharp blades.
David, enduring the excruciating pain, raised his hand with difficulty, revealing the golden veins of dragon blood in his palm. “I’m not a spy at all… I’m David, and I’ve risked my life to seek reinforcements.
Millions of lives in Sixth Heaven have been slaughtered by demonic cultivators, and the cultivators of the Divine Kingdom are nearly wiped out. Only the Divine King Palace can save Sixth Heaven from disaster.”
The golden veins gleamed warmly under the sunlight, faintly resonating with the divine aura of Eighth Heaven.
Seeing this, the golden-armored guards’ eyes relaxed slightly. The dragon bloodline was pure and upright, and it was impossible for demonic cultivators to forge it. Moreover, although the cultivator before them was severely injured and on the verge of death, his eyes were clear and firm, devoid of any evil aura.
The golden-armored guard in the lead pondered for a moment, then instructed someone beside him, “Return to the palace immediately and report that a sixth-level cultivator with dragon blood has been severely injured and has broken through, seeking to meet the Fourth Palace Master. The rest of you, keep an eye on him. If he makes any unusual movements, capture him immediately!”
The golden-armored guard received the order, and with a flash of spiritual light beneath his feet, he transformed into a stream of golden light and flew into the distance.
The rest of them sheathed their spears but remained vigilant. One of them handed over a bottle of elixir, “This is a ‘Qingling Pill.’ It will temporarily stabilize your injuries. Take it first. Whether the Fourth Palace Master is willing to meet you will depend on the message we receive.”
David accepted the pill, nodded gratefully, and shakily swallowed it.
The pill melted in his mouth, sending a cool stream of spiritual energy down his throat and flowing throughout his body. Although it couldn’t repair the damaged meridians, it barely managed to suppress the worsening of his injuries and allowed him to breathe a little easier.