Sesaat kemudian, dia sudah berada di anjungan pengamatan bintang di titik tertinggi puncak gunung itu.
Ketika dia melihat sosok berbaju hitam di bawah gunung, pupil matanya tiba-tiba menyempit hingga ukuran maksimal.
Too young.
Wajah itu tampak tidak lebih dari dua puluh tahun, dengan kulit cerah dan fitur wajah yang tampan. Jika bukan karena energi iblis yang hampir nyata yang mengelilinginya, orang-orang akan percaya bahwa dia adalah murid langsung dari sekte terkenal.
Namun mata itu mata yang dalam, kuno, dan sedingin es itu tidak menyimpan gairah atau impulsifitas masa muda, hanya ketidakpedulian yang dingin dan sedikit rasa lelah, seolah-olah tidak ada satu pun di dunia ini yang layak untuk dilirik kedua kalinya.
“This is Ning Zhi?”
Yao Chen bergumam sendiri, suaranya sedikit bergetar, getaran yang bahkan ia sendiri tidak sadari.
Ia mengepalkan tinjunya secara naluriah, kukunya menancap ke telapak tangannya, menggunakan rasa sakit itu untuk menekan rasa takut di hatinya.
Dia telah mendengar tentang teror yang dilakukan Ning Zhi.
Dari pertempuran di Kota Yunxian hingga terbakarnya Shentong menjadi abu, semuanya menunjukkan kepadanya bahwa pemuda ini bukanlah seseorang yang bisa ia sakiti.
Mendengarnya adalah satu hal, tetapi melihatnya dengan mata kepala sendiri adalah hal lain.
That aura, that eerie feeling that even the mountain’s protective formation was unable to block, reminded him of legendary mighty beings from ancient times.
It was a power that surpassed everything, a despair that left no room for even thoughts of resistance.
He had lived for tens of thousands of years and thought he had seen all the strong people in the world, but now he realized that in the face of true strength, all he was proud of was the arrogance of a frog in a well.
“Teacher, what should we do?”
An older guard approached, his voice trembling, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
Yao Chen took a deep breath, forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart, and said in a deep voice, “Remain calm and don’t act rashly. Activate the mountain protection formation at full power. All elders, take their respective positions and inject spiritual power into the core of the formation. No one is allowed to leave the mountain gate for even half a step.”
“But…but what if he attacks…” The elder’s voice trembled.
“Won’t.”
Yao Chen stared at the figure under the mountain, his tone almost uncontrollable, “If he wanted to attack, he would have already done so. What is he waiting for?”
What is he waiting for?
Yao Chen didn’t know, and didn’t dare to guess.
But he knew that the young man standing there was like a sword hanging above his head, ready to fall at any time.
All he could do was pray that the sword would not fall on him.
At the foot of the mountain, Ning Zhi stood quietly, his gaze sweeping across the Holy Light Peak without lingering.
The trembling disciples in the Divine Hall, the elders and protectors who were always on high alert, were like ants in his eyes, not worth a second glance.
His gaze crossed the Holy Light Peak, past the layers of mountains, and fell on a small town a hundred miles away.
There, he felt a familiar presence.
“David”
Ning Zhi’s lips curved upwards slightly, revealing a faint smile.
The smile was faint, almost imperceptible, but something flickered faintly in the depths of those eyes.
There was anticipation, fighting spirit, and complex feelings that even he himself was not aware of.
In the small town, David stood by the window, his gaze also directed towards the Holy Light Peak.
He felt that aura, a familiar and very hated demonic energy.
The aura was like a flame in the dark, clearly visible no matter how far away you were.
Ning Zhi.
He spoke softly, his tone calm, but his clenched fists betrayed the turmoil within him.
His knuckles turned white, the veins bulged, and even his breathing became heavier.
Yunxi stood behind him, his expression serious: “Is that Ning Zhi?”
David nodded, loosened his fists, took a deep breath, and suppressed the emotions roiling within him.
“He came just in time.”
He turned around, looking at the crowd, with a cold glint in his eyes. “Ayo, ayo temui dia.”
Yun Yao was a little scared and instinctively hid behind Liu Qianqian, showing only half of her face, looking at David shyly.
Ming Li gripped the ghost sword tightly, a glimmer of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, and even the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
Liu Qianqian didn’t speak, but gently held Ming Li’s hand. The two looked at each other, and everything was understood without words.
The group left the city, turning into streaks of light and speeding towards the Holy Light Peak.
At the foot of the Holy Light Peak, Ning Zhi still stood with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for something.
He didn’t have to wait long.
A moment later, several streaks of light shot from the horizon, penetrated the sky, and landed at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the Holy Light Peak.
FAQ Novel
Q: What event challenges the Sacred Light Peak?
A: An overwhelming and unfamiliar aura, associated with a dark-clothed figure, severely tests the peak’s ancient protective formation.
Q: How do the temple disciples react to the unfolding situation?
A: The disciples are struck with fear, their protective bells ring autonomously, and many are unable to function due to the intense oppressive energy.
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