Chapter 5435 of the Dragon King Order: Reaching the Eighth Heaven
“Are you ready?”
Wu Hao glanced at everyone and, seeing them nod, shouted, “Go!”
After that, Wu Hao and Ling Yue simultaneously released their spiritual energy.
White and purple spiritual energy intertwined, forming a giant barrier that enveloped the void ahead.
As the barrier came into contact with the void, a hissing sound rang out, as if resisting an invisible force.
Daoist Wuji immediately drew his wooden sword and muttered something. A series of runes flew from his mouth, merging with the spiritual barrier.
The barrier’s light grew brighter, and the surrounding law fluctuations seemed to weaken.
“David, now!”
Wu Hao shouted.
Without hesitation, David channeled all his spiritual energy into the Dragon Slaying Sword.
Golden sword energy soared into the sky. He gripped the hilt with both hands and slashed ferociously into the void.
“Boom!”
With a thunderous roar, the void seemed to tear apart, revealing a pitch-black passageway before everyone.
The passageway was surrounded by purple lightning and exuded a terrifying aura of laws.
“Quickly enter!”
Ling Yue shouted. She, Wu Hao, and Daoist Wuji all paled. Maintaining the spiritual barrier consumed a great deal of their spiritual energy.
David unhesitatingly jumped into the dark passageway.
As he entered, the spiritual barrier behind him suddenly shattered, and a terrifying power of law swept through the passageway.
“Oh no! Heaven’s backlash is coming!”
Wu Hao was terrified and wanted to rush over to help, but was stopped by Daoist Wuji.
“It’s useless! This is Heaven’s punishment for those who trespass. Outsiders can’t intervene. He has to rely on himself.”
Daoist Wuji sighed, his eyes filled with worry.
Inside the tunnel, David endured incomparable pain.
The purple power of the Law was like countless sharp blades, constantly slicing his body and soul.
His skin instantly ripped open, blood gushing into the tunnel, instantly swallowed by the darkness.
“Ahhh!”
David roared in pain, his meridians trembling violently, as if they would shatter at any moment.
He could feel his cultivation rapidly draining, his soul being continuously eroded by the power of the Law.
“I can’t… I can’t just give up like this…”
David gritted his teeth, recalling the suffering of the Sixth Heaven, Commander Ao Lie’s sacrifice, and the hopes of Zi Yuan, Wu Hao, and the others.
He pulled the “Spirit Concentration Pill” Zi Yuan had given him from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.
The pill melted in his mouth, and a cool energy instantly flowed throughout his body, protecting his soul and clearing his consciousness.
He endured the pain, channeling the remaining spiritual energy within his body while utilizing the power of his dragon bloodline.
The golden bloodline energy formed a weak shield around him. Although it couldn’t completely block the Law attack, it eased the pain somewhat.
The power of the Law within the tunnel grew stronger, and David’s body was shattered into pieces. He barely had the strength to even hold his sword.
His vision began to darken, and his consciousness slowly faded, as if he would faint at any moment.
“Divine King Palace… I must reach the Divine King Palace…”
David muttered to himself. Mustering the last of his strength, he flew toward the end of the tunnel. A faint
glimmer
of light appeared at the end of the tunnel, pointing toward the Eighth Heaven. Just as he was about to reach the end of the tunnel, an even stronger power of the Law suddenly struck him, hitting him hard in the chest.
“Puff!”
David spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew toward the end of the tunnel like a kite with a broken string.
His consciousness completely blurred, and he fell flat on the grass. The Dragon Slayer Sword slipped from his hand and stuck in the ground nearby.
After an unknown amount of time, David slowly opened his eyes.
He found himself lying in an unfamiliar grassland. The sky was light blue, and the air was filled with rich spiritual energy, which was a stark contrast to the demonic energy of the Sixth Heaven.
“Is this… the Eighth Heaven?”
David tried to stand up, but felt a sharp pain throughout his body. The slightest movement would tear his wounds, making him wince 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 the cultivation level of a first-rank Earth Immortal was difficult.
“Fortunately… 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 lift his hand.
He could only lie on the grass, gasping for breath, and recovering.
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 quickly recover my strength 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, which was greatly aiding his recovery.
However, even so, it took time to recover to peak condition.
Just as David was concentrating on his recovery, footsteps sounded in the distance.
His heart pounded, and he immediately opened his eyes, staring intently 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, eyeing him warily.
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.